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IMG200x89 It was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now Paige Sinclair found herself in the backseat of a car, trading her old life for that of a new one. The agents in the front seat were quiet during the drive through southern Texas. Entering the witness protection program brought along not only change, but secrets. The agents were certainly keeping many they never even introduced themselves or disclosed their destination. Though her future was uncertain, it was not without good reason. Paige had testified against Pedro Alverez, a dangerous man accused of murdering the family of a local ranch owner. Paige had walked in on Pedro as he was brutally raping the ranch owner's wife and daughters at knife point while the ranch owner lay still in a pool of blood nearby. Paige was able to escape before Pedro could react, and he was apprehended not long after by the local authorities. The trial was a long, arduous affair. After her testimony, Paige was immediately removed from the courthouse with an armed escort and secreted away in a nondescript car. For the moment, the agents were tightlipped about the location of her new home, along with the details of her life. The man in the passenger seat held a sealed binder, no doubt a dossier of information that Paige would need upon her arrival. As the hours, and miles, wore on, storm clouds began to gather. The driver and the passenger began to argue slowly, subtlety at first, but as the sky blackened, so did their mood. Frustrated, the driver turned onto a dirt and gravel road at the behest of the passenger. This is the wrong fucking way, he fumed. The map says it's right, so it's right, the passenger retorted. The car bounced and rattled as it sped down the road, and suddenly the downpour began. The intensity of the rain was so great that the wipers could not keep the windshield clear. Goddammit! the driver shouted. No fucking place to pull over. The passenger turned his head and told Paige, Everything will be alright. The safehouse is remote, and we need to ensure that we arrive in utter secre... The car swerved. Shit! the driver hissed through clenched teeth. Shit! I'm losing traction. He turned the wheel sharply. The car spun, and then then plunged off the side of the road and into a gully. The vehicle slammed into the bank of the gully with a sickening, crumpling sound. The airbags deflated, and Paige's neck snapped forward, her forehead hitting the seat in front of her. The rain come down even harder, and the wind had picked up. The passenger was able to get out and open Paige's door. Out, now Ms. Sinclair! This area is prone to flash flooding! Move! NOW! As he helped her out, Paige notice the driver was dead impaled upon the steering column. Water was already up to her knees as she left the vehicle, dizzy. The agent attempted to help her up the bank, but a torrent of water and mud hurled down the gully. The agent was whisked away in the flood, followed soon by Paige. Though she tried her best to keep her head above water, she kept going under. Her lungs filled with silty water, and then blackness overtook her... This is the setup for a story that takes a character from the modern world into another, in a Bermuda Triangle like twist. The world she awakes in can be anything that takes my partner's and my fancy -- another point in history, an alternate history, a fantasy setting, etc. When she awakes, she is a stranger in a strange land. The rules of the old world don't work anymore ... and her fate is largely in the hands of the man who finds her. The specifics are up for discussion.