It was a beautiful scene, really -- pleasant and pastoral, very soothing, and maybe, if she'd had some clue as to what was going on and why, she'd have been able to enjoy it.  She peered at the other farms, wondering if wolf-men were common in this place or dream or whatever it was, but of course couldn't see much beyond the buildings.<br/><br/>Sighing, she scooped up a bucketful of water and turned back towards the house.  She kept pondering the video game analogy, wondering, with more optimism than sense, if finding the right "path" through things would get her out of there.  It wasn't much, but it was sort of a plan.