All at once, the room around us started to blur, and both Phoebe and I were knocked out by the confusion. I woke up to a shocking realization. “Phoebe,” I announced. “We’re in a prison cell.”
“What?” Phoebe asked as she opened her eyes. “Wait! We’re in prison! How did we get here?”
“I don’t know,” I responded, surveying the cell and finding that it appeared to be from an ancient time. “The movie must have drawn us in here. This must be our ‘Adventure in Ancient Greece’; I can tell that this prison isn’t modern.”
“So the movie actually took us to ancient Greece?” Phoebe wondered. “That’s strange.” The two of us observed our situation, trying to get our bearings in this new place.
Once we had come to terms with our new situation, Phoebe and I looked down at ourselves to see what had happened to our clothes. Our outfits had somehow been changed so that we were both wearing a cheap linen that covered our upper bodies, but exposed a shoulder and armpit. In addition, we each had another linen that began at the hips and went down to our ankles, but we were both barefoot. We looked over each other and then I proclaimed, “Phoebe, we should probably try to get out of here. Prison doesn’t sound like much of an adventure to me.”
“You’re probably right,” Phoebe admitted. We started tearing apart the cell, and Phoebe found what appeared to be a metal shovel hidden under her bed. “Hey! I found something that we might be able to dig our way out with.”
“Good,” I stated. I checked under my bed, finding another shovel-like tool. “Let’s get out of here.” We both started digging near the back wall of our cell, and about fifteen minutes later,
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