Okay, so you wake up in your room to find some guy in a robe who tells you, you unwrote your parents, whatever that means, and then promises to explain everything, and that your parents would be back to normal by the time he was done. This wasn't what you would call an average way to start your day, but then, who ever wanted to be average?
"Alright, lead the way," you tell him, returning his smile as you place your hand in his, the bare skin of your palm tingling as it makes contact with his. Oddly you do not find this surprising. In fact, for some reason you had kind of expected it, as if your brain knew something that it wasn't telling the rest of your body, which was just plain weird, but kind of fit in with the theme of the whole of your day since waking up.
"It's not that odd. It's called instinct, something most humans think they don't have any of, but they're wrong. If you need proof, step into a cold room," he said grinning at you as he though, ‘and when you do, you'll get goose bumps, now follow me.'
"What the?!" you say, knowing what he was going to say, despite his lips not moving. It was as if you had reached into his mind and started looking at it, like it was some kind of book, and just waiting to be looked at.
"Heh, a very apt analogy, and almost exactly like that. The only thing you got wrong is that you weren't reading my thoughts, you were reading the narration, something you'll learn how to do more readily where we are going," he told you, and then stuck his hand into the air. It was the only way to explain it. It was like the air in front of him was some kind of pocket, and he just reached his hand inside, and then, with one smooth motion he opened it up, and the world around you vanished, dissolving into a whirlwind of words and letters that left you dizzy as you appeared...