[The Vine's mirror opens on a young girl half-way through rather immodestly changing out of that stupid white dress she'd shown up here in, and back into her proper clothes.]

's perfect! A great big hunk of beyootiful land, smack dab in the middle of nowhere, away from anything ya might call civilized? This is me lucky day!

[She finishes adjusting her shirts, completing her ensemble. She takes a deep breath, and then begins speaking really loudly. Much louder than one would expect from a girl of her lung size.]

I hereby claim this land as New Settetania!

As yer new Queen, me first ruling is that one of ya direct me to the fastest way to get to Cresce. Oh, and someone find me attack zombie, he's likely gotten his stupid self lost again.

[The vine flickers on, the image that of a young girl with tears in her eyes, peering timidly at this new technology.] E-excuse me! I-is anyone there?

[A pause, as though she's waiting for a reply, and then she sniffles and continues.]

I d-don't know where I am...or when I am, and...and...

[Whoops, here we go. Meltdown ahoy!]

Wahhhhhh!

[To those in the open air, you might see a flash of light, the sound of small explosions, and the strange smell of terrible, otherworldly, things coming from the basement of the elegant Victorian home that one Joanna Cabal calls home. Truth be told she was conducting some of her rather ghastly experiments on the local wildlife and having little in the way of success in the matter.

As she had thought before even coming here, her lack of a soul was becoming an obstecle to her research and, by extension, the rest of her life as well. Eventually, a video of the aftermath of her experiment, in the form of a the bloody corpse of what was once a small, furry, animal and the hanging of oddly colored smoke around her head, speaks, in a rather crass manner, of her problems.]

As you can all plainly see, my research has been going rather, shall we say, poorly as of late. I would normally never do this, my pride as a scientist and magic-user would simply not allow it, but desperete times call for despertte messaures and I'm afraid I must throw myself to the mercy of the general public and...

[She pauses as if choking on her own words.]

Ask for help. If any among you are of a scientific type, I would like to humbly request any help you may be able to offer. I will be in the basement of the large Victorian house near the edge of the garden...