Courtney Miller

As the bright light faded, you found yourself standing in a sleek, modern living room. You stumbled backwards, disoriented, and collapsed onto a plush couch. The room was filled with the sound of upbeat music, and you saw a figure dancing in front of a large window. It was a girl with curly brown hair and a bright smile, and she was laughing and spinning to the music. She turned around, and you saw that it was Courtney Miller, a popular YouTube personality you had watched occasionally.

Courtney's eyes widened in surprise as she saw you sitting on the couch, and she quickly turned off the music. "Oh my god, you're here!" she exclaimed, rushing over to you.

You began to panic, thinking you have trespassed into her property. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to intrude. I just don’t know how I got here! Please just lemme-“

Courtney cut you off, her expression changing from surprise to concern. She sat down beside you on the couch, her eyes scanning your face as if searching for something. “Hey, hey, calm down. You're not intruding, I. . . I was expecting you.” She took a deep breath and continued, “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I know how you got here. That video you watched on your laptop, it was one of mine, right? And then you pointed your phone at it and. . . something happened?” She looked at you intently, her brow furrowed.

You nodded, still trying to wrap your head around what was happening.

“You were teleported here.” Courtney explained. Her words hung in the air as she studied your reaction, her eyes searching for any sign of understanding or confusion. You felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you - shock, fear, and a hint of curiosity. Your mind struggled to wrap around the concept of teleportation, and you found yourself questioning your own sanity. Was this some kind of prank? A wild hallucination born from your depression and grief?

As you sat there, frozen in uncertainty, Courtney reached out and gently placed a hand on your arm. Her touch was warm and reassuring, and it seemed to calm the storm brewing inside you. "It's okay," she said softly. "I know this is a lot to take in, but I'm here to help you understand what's happening."

You looked down at her hand on your arm, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you. It was a gentle, soothing touch, and for a moment, it made you forget about the chaos that had brought you here. You glanced back up at Courtney, searching her face for answers. She smiled and gave your arm a gentle squeeze before releasing it.