What could go wrong? At what point did I take a wrong turn? Where am I? And what the hell am I doing here? sounded in the mind of the medium.

He sat at a round table on which cups, teapots and spoons danced. Chairs were spinning around the table, on which Lucia and the slanting hare were sitting, and it all fell somewhere into the void. Dave tried to look around and saw that there are a lot of different monsters around, falling along with them. And looking around, he noticed that some kind of weight on his head was preventing him - he was wearing a high meter...