You are now KANAYA MARYAM and, like so many others who have been in your predicament before, you are blissfully unaware that you are entering another dimension. If you were aware of this occurrence, you might notice that this dimension is beyond that which is known to man. You could say that it is as vast as space and as timeless as infinity, the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. If you were to give this dimension a name, you might consider calling it something incredibly silly, such as the TWILIGHT ZONE. But you are not so much as aware of its existence. It’s somewhat ironic, considering that you are STUCK in this dimension of imagination. But never you mind what you don’t know. Let’s go over what you do know.

You are sure that your name is KANAYA MARYAM. Right now, it is a rainy November evening and you are waiting for a bus. You are not the imaginative type; you never have been and you whole-heartedly believe that you never will. Like most young career women you are gifted with the generic title of “girl with a head on her shoulders”. It is tonight, however, that your head will be tested-- pitted against its very self and tossed straight into what can only be called a nightmare.

>Kanaya: Observe that your bus is late