Re: Random Alley
Bran expected something to happen, considering that at least five other people were suffering from mind-splitting headaches - it wasn't a coincidence, that much he was sure of. As to what was going to occur... well, he hadn't gotten that far yet. Still, there was nothing he could do but sit in bed and wait - he'd taken precautions this time though, to make sure that he wouldn't end up in some strange place with half his face scarred to hell.
What he wasn't expecting was for his headache to explode in a flash of bright light, causing him to throw his arms up instinctively. Once it cleared, he saw that he was no longer in his bedroom - he wasn't even in the fucking building anymore.
Wherever he was, it was scorchingly hot and the smell hit him immediately. It stirred a faint sense of familiarity, but he pushed it aside to focus on his surroundings. There was a crowd, and they were screaming in something that sounded suspiciously like French. He didn't understand what they hell they were saying, but they didn't sound very happy. Jesus Christ, he thought irritably, and nearly jumped backwards when he heard a voice respond with sharp disdain.
Well, that was just great. Now he had to worry about Erik talking in his fucking head on top of everything else. The man demanded that he find Christine, but Bran tried to ignore him as he searched the crowd for anyone that looked familiar. He knew he was going to stand out, since this didn't look anything like New York, so he lingered in the background as he looked. Somehow, whether it was coincidence or not, he spotted a familiar blonde a few feet away - and he didn't need Erik to tell him to move as quickly as possible.
"Lotte!" He reached her side in a few long strides, keeping his voice as low as possible. "Are you okay? Where the hell are we?"