Mᴏʀɢᴀɴ Bᴏɴʜᴀᴍ
Morgan woke up, unsure how she had fallen asleep. She say up quickly and looked around for the living room clock, hoping she hadn't missed the announcement for the leads in Swan Lake. The role of the black swan had consumed her for weeks, staying extra hours at the studio--Morgan gasped suddenly, startled out of her fantasies. She wasn't in the living room of her small apartment, and she wasn't in her bedroom either. For that matter, she really had no idea where she was.
Light was filtering through windows high up on the wall, and the more she woke up the tighter her back felt where she had been lying on the hard, concrete floor. She stood, looking around.
This must be a dream, she thought to herself, though it was more realistic than any dream she had ever experienced. Pinching herself on the arm, she squeaked in pain, but remained unconvinced of the reality. She recognized the architecture of the building as that of a warehouse, but it didn't make any sense. There was no place in New York City where the sun would shine so brightly through windows, even high windows.
Morgan was determined to wake up, but the harder she tried the more red pinch marks appeared on her arms and the more frustrated she became. Eventually she stalked towards the only door she could see, which was open and lead out to a hallway full of closed doors. She ignored them, looking for an exit so she could get her bearings. The building was mostly silent, and eventually she sat on an upturned bucket, hopelessly lost.
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Cᴏʟᴇ Jᴏɴᴇs
When Cole woke up he felt like he had been sleeping too long. The high, seemingly noon, sun in his face confirmed this, and he jumped to his feet. "I'm comin' Dad!" he yelled, but the unnatural echo of his voice stopped him in his tracks, and he looked around, seeing the inside of a building, not the corn field he had started his nap in earlier that morning. "What..." he whispered, slowly turning in a circle. He was supremely confused, and after a minute he sat back down, attempting to take in the situation.
There was no building like this in Iowa, at least not where he lived. He figured that it was some kind of warehouse, but the windows were too high to see out of. Cole was positive this wasn't some dumb prank that his brothers had pulled on him, though. They were always serious during planting season, and it had been high time for corn. In fact, he was supposed to be plowing right then. The thought made him jump up again, but he calmed down when he realized that there was nothing he could do about the situation except find a way out. Shrugging his shoulders, he looked around for a way out.
Cole's quick survey of the room found a closed door on the wall opposite the windows, and he walked out into a hallway with many more closed doors just like his, the only difference being that his was on the end of the hall. He tried a few of the knobs, but he gave up after they all turned out to be locked. He wandered down the hallway for a while without seeing any sign of life. When he was about to give up, he spotted a shadow walking across a distant hallway, though he admitted to himself that he could be imagining it. "Hey, you!" he called, starting to jog.