Out of the blue, Penelope and Gemma both fainted as thunder groaned above. THUMP! But then Gemma woke up and it turned out they were in a forest. Although Penelope was still lying on the floor. 

The forest was as quiet as mist and even darker than night it was so quiet it was as if the wrinkled finger like trees had swallowed a secret. Figures appearing and disappearing. The road that lay next to them was destroyed like a bomb had exploded. Their wasn’t event one leaf that fell from a tree not one crunch not one sign of anyone or anything.