Aphrah's die was making a strange sound. As the two die got closer, they submerged together. "That die was rare. I kinda need that back, Aphrah." Rori was completely disgruntled at this point.
"We're in a dream. You said so. So, I'm assuming. Let's look around. All survivalist's take what they can from their environment and go on the adventure until the helicopter picks them up. I watch these shows." Aphrah smiled consolingly while looking for a light.
A light switched on and Rori and Aphrah awoke in an empty room with one door.
"Nothing, we have nothing to survive with. Great." Rori's annoyance continued to show.
"Hold on, we still have our die and maybe some magic. If this does have to do with my game, there were 12 genre stories to get back to the real world." Aphrah reminded Rori. "So, we figure out where we are starting and maybe we could speed up the process. We both have to be back to work on Monday.