James looked around in disbelief and confusion, trying not to panic. A moment ago he had been at his friends house, now he had no idea where he was. That's if he was anywhere at all. He was stood in what seemed to be a plain white, featureless room. Had Rebecca done this somehow? Was this the beginning of one of those crazy stories she had threatened to put him in? James had always been extremely sceptical of anything magical or supernatural but suddenly being teleported to this weird nothingness was a pretty compelling argument for ir.
He didn't know what was going to happen to him. He figured that for now his fate was in the hands of Rebecca. Or worse - other people he didn't know. Specifically people with a love of animal transformations and the ability to take his story in any direction they wanted.
It was as this thought hit that James felt everything around him changing as if the scene was being set. This was far too real to be a hallucination. His story was about to begin.