"Xen, Morgan, Bridget I think the dart ca-"  Dead silence.   Not just from Aeryn's suddenly stilled voice, but dead silence all around her.  The healer pivots in place sighting down her crossbow.  Nothing but fog and trees.  Different trees, she realizes.  Very tall, the tops disappearing in the mist.  Very different trees, she realizes as she takes cover against one of them.  Hard as stone trees.  "Petrified forest."  She whispers in alarmed awe.  "Now where are my friends?   Silly question.  I've been drugged.  I'm flat on the ground while a fight swirls around my sleeping body.  I hope."  Frozen with indecision, the healer remains in place for now.