Date of Session: July 3, 1996
When last we left our intrepid adventurers, they'd ransacked the laboratory of one Dr. Alexander Ord, a specialist in particle physics. But not at some cost: they'd been caught at it, and forced to escape through an absolute blackness that turned everyone 90 degrees away from everything, like an old-fashioned TV set going off. And there we begin...
White snow.
Disorientation. Substance lost.
The chirping of birds woke the pursued, and deep breaths confirmed that they were far from Colorado, that was for sure. Brightly colored birds flitted amongst huge trees. A beautiful blue lagoon stretched out before them, just outside the crescent-shaped bay they were standing on.
It all seemed, somehow, very, very familiar to all the ones who were there. Thomas, Flynn, Two-Time, Gabriel, and Willie. They all sat, stunned by the change, and didn't really notice that the girls, Nila and Spencer, weren't there.
It wasn't until Willie began to whistle the theme to "Gilligan's Island" that it all sank in. Somehow, impossible as it was, they were inside.
Inside Gilligan's Island. And it was not just a 'set,' either. They would be there for the rest of their lives.
White snow.
Joel N. Fischoff