Sara woke up on a soft surface. She fluttered her eyes open and slowly lifted her head to look around. She was laying on a queen sized bed in a big, fancy room. So, she had turned from a teenage brat, to a hostage in a trunk, to a girl being slumped into a car seat, to a princess in a castle in less than a day. Or was it less than a day?<br/>She remembered the past events and began to asses the situation. It was either that she was rescued from her kidnappers, or just kidnapped again. The latter was less likely, judging from the extravagant room she was in and the lack of tied up limbs. She decided she would have to leave the room to confirm her theory.<br/>"Oh God...Pink." She mumbled to herself as she looked down at the pink pajamas she had been fitted in. Her old clothes were no where in sight, and so she decided to check the wooden closet across from her. She flung it open only to reveal an array of pink, more pink, and some more pink. She was definitely some sort of a princess in a castle. She pulled on a pink shirt and jeans and her old boots. This princess was skipping the puffy dresses and heels.<br/>Just as she finished lacing up her boots, she heard footsteps coming towards the room. She stood up and stood at the door to listen. She couldn't make out much because the door was thick and wooden, but she did hear the name "Morgan" several times. The door swung open and Sara slipped behind it. She froze there, concealed by the door as a woman in an old-fashioned maid's uniform walked into the room and looked around. The woman sighed and said, "They're always clever. Always hiding." She shook her head," Anyway, breakfast is ready, you can come on down when you feel like it." And she left the room.<br/>Sara considered this as she was hungry. It couldn't hurt. The woman seemed nice enough. So she opened the door and walked outside.<br/>A set of spiraling steps were to her right, and she began to descend to the kitchen.