One minute he had been completely in the zone. Outside world tuned out, table clear of everything except for his notebook, an assortment of writing utensils, and a glass of water. Austin was getting so many great ideas from this cruise! Maybe his friend had been right, getting away for a little while might be a good thing for his creativity to be jump started back on track. He hadn't noticed right away when everything had started tipping to the side, that is, until his book of work slid to the floor in a brief moment of lifting pen from paper, and kept sliding across the slanted floor.<br/><br/>Waking up in a field, on his back, staring up at a slowly darkening sky was enough to cause the young writer to bolt upright and take a look around his surroundings. Where the heck...? His mind was going into overdrive trying to make up a somewhat believable story as to what had happened. One minute water, and drowning, and death, the next green, life, and middle of nowhere. Moving his hand behind him, Austin's hand bumped against something. Turning his head, his face lit up when to his delight it was his notebook! Snatching up the old leather bound book, he opened the front cover to find not his usual mess of scribbled words and half finished sketches, but a note...from God.<br/><br/>Well, things had definitely taken a turn, whether or not it was for the better or worse was yet to be determined. Standing up finally, and dusting off the seat of his pants, Austin squinted at the landscape, adjusting his thick rimmed glasses on his noses. He could see what must have been a town of some sort. Figuring it was better than standing out here all night, the young man started his trek, all the while jotting down little things that came to mind.