Yes, this French chateau is lovely.
No, I have no idea why I am here.
I have no idea how I got here.
The place looks like something out of the Middle Ages.
All I know is that it had something to do with the pretty mirror with the purple rocks that appeared in my bedroom that I most definitely should not have touched.
Oh, great. Someone appears to be stalking me in here. This day just keeps getting better and better.
Status: Like a soup that still needs something, but you aren’t quite sure what.