I studied our motley group perplexedly, but with a some of my initial alarm settling. None of my companions seemed malicious or of ill intent, and all were apparently as confused as I. However, they did seem to lack a grasp of appropriate manners in the presence of society. "No speech is small if it has meaning," I quietly told the girl who had made the comment which had included vulgar usage of language that should be reserved for theological conversation, and who was dressed in a queer smock. "I am Miss Gregory," I repeated, nodding towards each of my companions. "I am happy to make your acquaintance, although I seem to posses as much knowledge as to where we are as all of you do. The last thing that I remember, I was in London, England, not Egypt." My voice quivered slightly as I realized we could be anywhere on the globe. I tried to remain rational. "It seems to me," I continued, "That whoever brought us here must have wanted something from us. That would mean that we must have something in common for them to choose us." I gazed around at everyone. "Does anyone have any suggestions? Perhaps we should start with the last thing we recall before waking up here?"