The relic began to shout beams of light. The room shook violently, as if a thousand cattle were raging across the ceiling.

Suddenly, Alice was at home.

“The heck?” She thought. Her hands were empty, the relic nowhere to be seen.

That was yesterday. Today she lays in the dirt, wondering how she chose the wrong relic. Clearly it was the wrong one, as the last 24 hours were nothing but bad luck followed by misadventure.

Thus the dirt. Dirt in her eyes, dirt in her hair, dirt in her very soul.