Head throbbing Azah awoke laying on a patch of soil. Confused she amediatly got up looking around to discover her last memory of her falling didn't seem to be a dream like she had hoped. She was in the middle of what looked like a dug hole with a high black cieling and a wall infront of her. Not seeing a way to go back she moved toward the wall, wich had a door in the middle of it and a big 'A'carved into it. The door had no door knob, but when she pushed on it it swung open into a shorter but much longer room. She entered and found the dug out walls to be replaced by brick, and the loose dirt to be a hard wood floor. There was a single wooden table in the middle with a chair at the end of it at her side. On the table sat a folded card with another 'A' on it in front of the chair. She walked toward the table and noticed a small door on the opisit side of the room, it was in shadows and she could barly see it.
"Sit," a strange voice called from beside the door where a short figure stood. "The seat has been reserved."
Confused, and not sure what was going on Azah took the man's advice and pulled the chair out.
"Science Fiction is not just about the future of space ships travelling to other planets, it is fiction based on science and I am using science as my basis for my fiction, but it's the science of prehistory, paleontology and archaeology, rather than astronomy or physics." -- Jean M. Auel