I got woken up at the crack of dawn and found myself in some sort of barracks. The guys who slept in the bunks either side of me know my name and act like they've known me for years. I feel like I would remember them, if I knew them - I'm not in the habit of losing my memory suddenly. When I demanded to know where the hell I was, they laughed at me and thought I'd had too much of the secret stash of moonshine. Told me to move fast, or I'd miss breakfast. I've got a boss, I've got a job - I've even got a uniform. Apparently, I'm part of the military in this place too, or at least they think I am.
But I remember how everything looked outside when I went to sleep, and it doesn't look the same now. We got any theories?
[MIRANDA]Are you alright? Where are you?