This wasn't Kansas, Iris was sure of that. This had to be a nightmare. Hell wasn't real, was it? Iris wasn't that religious, hell was just to scare kids into behaving. Do awful things when you're alive and you'll be punished to an eternity of fire and brimstone. But yet...What if the homeless looking man was right? What if this was hell? How did she and these other people end up here? And what the hell did she do in life to deserve that? She tried to be a good person. She had never stole or hurt people.<br/><br/>Iris wondered if she was dead. That actually made more sense. The train had derailed and killed everyone in the car. But, then again, not everyone that had been on the car was here. Just some of the people. And when she pinched her arm, it felt like she was still alive. Anna was right, this wasn't a dream. This was something far worse.<br/><br/>Iris cursed Ian in her head. It was all his fault. If he had just gotten on the right train, she'd be back home. Not here, not in hell. She nodded her head that Anna was a witch but not like what the common idea of witches was.<br/><br/>"You don't look like you have warts. I'm Iris, by the way."<br/><br/>Iris said, offering up her name to the blond haired witch. She had no idea who Jamie was, but she had a feeling Anna did. Iris was a little scared and thought it was best to stay with Anna. Iris didn't want to be alone here and she wanted answers as well. She held the other woman's hand tightly and followed her.<br/><br/>"Is Jamie a friend of yours?"<br/><br/>She asked Anna as she they tried to catch up the vagrant man.