Reality Crisis

He didn't know what happened. It wasn't like when he'd been transferred to the City, either. He'd just woken up there, not knowing. Lost. Angry. Very angry. With the club in hand and nothing else. Of course, it hadn't taken him long to adapt to his new home, and even find ways to enjoy it. This time, though, this time didn't look like it was going to be much like that at all.

At one moment, he was on the path to finding Baba's cabin. The next, he was in some forest. At first he'd thought the City had changed around him, and that he'd be able to find his way back out easily, if not with a little frustration. But after a few minutes of running - which had actually taken him a lot further than it would have for any human, Eric discovered that this forest didn't have an end. A brief jolt upwards to see, and he was more than sure of it.

Thinking over what had happened, how he'd come to be here, Eric recalled the brief few moments when he had felt neither Pam nor Baba. And yet, he could feel them now. They were not with him, of course, but they were here. Wherever here was. He would have to find them both.

From above the treeline, Eric had seen something that looked like a ramshackle camp. Thrown together with parts of other places. He headed in that direction now, on foot. He wanted to get a feel of this situation before showing his hand. There was a small chance that in this place there were others like him, and they didn't need to know that he could walk in the sun. That was dangerous for everybody involved.

When he came upon the section of woods that held what he'd seen from above, Eric slowed. He smelled the signs of human life, but didn't see anybody right away. Of course, that meant nothing. People hid all the time.

Dinah was in pain. A lot of pain. It was possible that her ankle was sprained. She didn't think it was broken, but it sure as hell hurt. One minute, she'd been in her apartment on the couch, ready to greet Dean as he'd come home. The next, she'd been at the top of a tree in a strange forest. It would appear that the branches couldn't hold her weight, so she hadn't stayed on top of the tree for long. They'd cracked and given way before she'd had time to figure out what the hell had happened.

She knew that she needed to get moving, but she couldn't quite get herself to stand on her ankle. Not just yet. In fact, she passed out from the pain for at least a brief time.

When she came to, it was pitch black in the forest and she heard footsteps somewhere nearby. Dinah struggled to sit up. Somehow she didn't think that whatever was out there would be friendly.

The buildings were worn down in a way that reminded Errol of the aftermath of the Third World War. He'd been too young to remember first-hand, but the recordings were required viewing for all citizens of Libria, a reminder of the price of emotion running wild.

He walked through them slowly, taking in as much detail as he could. He didn't know how he'd come to be here--he'd been sitting at his breakfast table, and then in between one breath and the next he was here, in this ruin--but concentrating on the current situation was of more importance than pondering what had happened. He could spend time on that once he had a better grasp of what was currently going on.

Errol found himself missing his black Cleric's coat. Its dark color would hide the incongruously bright and neat blue shirt he wore, as well as his khaki trousers.