<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold">Christopher</span></div><br/><br/>"Oh bother, oh blast, oh bollocks," He muttered to himself as he curled into a ball on the ground while everything happened so fast. He could hear the people struggling all around, running here and there and some man yelled to run... but Christopher didn't want to run. He wanted to wake up. Something had clearly gone wrong in this instance of his testing and it should, therefore, be aborted... before something awful happened. It was fair to say he was scared, sure, he was man enough to admit it. But this was a chapter he'd leave out of his research paper. A tree's limb, devoid of leaves now, scratched his back as the floor turned to disheveled rock. "What in the bloody hell have I done?"<br/><br/>There may have been a few tears at the corner of his eyes.<br/><br/>A hand lifted him up from the ground and the man it belonged to said something reassuring, time to go. He was quite right too, it was time to go, it was time to get out of this knackered dream and think very carefully before he tried this business again. That wasn't an option, though, and so he instead followed after the person as he ran toward the rest of the group. Safety in numbers. There was some truth to that at least, rather that all these other dream-people were far more expendable than him. They weren't really alive, at least. Christopher had a whole life to go back to. He had a... well, not a girlfriend, no. Not really a booming social life either, if we were being harsh judges. But he did have a mother that loved him very much.<br/><br/>"What are we stopping for!?" He shrilly yelled, looked around at them. Such odd people, ones he was sure he'd never met. A russian, who looked nice enough, a woman that had very lovely red hair, and a... monk. Perhaps they were all from television. You know, those extras that walk by behind the important people in movies. "Run! Keep running! Run away!" He told them, fixing to do just that himself... then he stopped and looked around. "Where do we run to, exactly?"