The room is covered in black and white checkered tile. It's cool, but in a late spring kind of way. I woke up on a plush, black bear rug and am looking at myself in a large, oval mirror ornately trimmed with silver.

I find myself in an old-growth redwood forest. The trees are so tall I can't see the sky. The forest floor is sparsely populated, but the redwoods are so big and thick I can't see ten feet in front of me.

The path is well worn and looks as old as the redwoods. Due to size of all the roots, the path is almost as much vertical as it is horizontal.

The path runs into a swift moving river. About fifteen feet wide, the water is so clear that it's almost transparent.

I find a large wine bottle, fat at the bottom, rapidly narrowing at the top. It's a deep purple and the lower half is in a straw basket in a Celtic cross design.

I find a small key cut from a ruby. Even though it is highly polished and multi-faceted, the lack of light makes it look blood red. This can only unlock someone's heart.