Sharon's birthday!

Jim hopped out of bed, his eyes wide as he realized he hadn't gotten her a present yet. He jumped into and out of the shower, brushed his teeth, and ran a worn-out comb through his hair, and then

Jim picked up his phone and dialed Shanon's number. He waited for the phone to be picked up twelve rings. No answer. Odd. She is always home, especially for her own birthday. Maybe something happened to her...

Once again, Jim dialed the number, and once again there was no answer. Then he realized: he was dialing Shannon's number, not Sharon's! He must still be a bit fuzzy headed from his dream. He had accidentally read the wrong entry from his little black book! Jim kicked himself mentally, and:

When Jim awoke, he wished he hadn't. The pain in his head was so great, he almost blacked out again. "What happened?" he wondered through the fog in his brain. He must have layed there for at least ten minutes, trying to clear his head. During that time, he noticed that he was in a dark space, with wooden beam ceilings. It looked as if it was more than a century old. Dim light filtered in through grimy windows at one end of the room.

Finally, he was able to struggle to his feet. He was inside a strange room that looked like: