Dark. Cold. Bethany stirred, rubbing what seems like a thick layer of soot, dust, and dirt off of her glasses, held on tightly by frost. Where was she?.. WHEN was she?... It should still be 514 Dragon.... right? The only thing she could remember was feeling cold, and then... nothing. As she tried to sit up, she realized she was buried in snow. With no other choice, she began to dig her way up.