We found you hiding, found you lying WHO: Hansel & Gretel WHERE: The Sleepy Hollow WHEN: May 1st; wake up day WHAT: The twins locate each other. WARNINGS: Much foulness of language
When Hansel woke with a start, it wasn't to the uncomfortable firmness of a stone floor like he'd expect; the ice wasn't numbing his fingers, there wasn't unnatural frost and as much as his body ached, it wasn't wrecked with shivers. Sitting up, Hansel took in the room, the odd furnishings and the rather stark fact that this was not the ice cavern of the frost witch they'd been battling just moments before. He'd hit his head, he knew he had, that's what happens when the floor gives out below and you plummet twenty feet down.
What he couldn't fathom was where he was now. And better yet, where the fuck Gretel was. Inspection of the room provided him with some answers, not answers he was particularly bothered with, but it didn't stop him pocketing the map, discarding the device and the note to the dresser before checking his knives in his belt and taking his rifle to investigate.
Venturing down the corridors gave him nothing, the stairs creaking under foot until he reached although floor. He was hesitant to actually call for Gretel, unsure of what else might be drawn out, where he might even be, choosing instead to just sweep the area some more in an attempt to locate his sister.