Nick Andros (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-03 20:50:00 |
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Nick couldn't say why he'd rushed towards the closet like he had. Why he felt compelled to find the bomb, instead of escaping it. Maybe it was just his time to die. Whatever the reason was, he suddenly ... wasn't there anymore. He was crouched in a completely different room. A bedroom. Frowning, he straightened up and took a glance around. It didn't look the least bit familiar and moving towards the window to peer out of it hadn't helped. He did realize that he was on a train and he spun around once more as he took in the room, half expecting to see Mother Abigail or even Flagg, but he was still all alone. If he was dead, this ... wasn't how he expected it to be. It still could have been a dream, despite it not exactly feeling like one. Maybe he'd somehow survived the blast and he was in a coma. As he explored the room, he did notice the little devices, but he wasn't sure what they were. A portable tv, maybe? He read the message and it did very little to clear up any of his confusion so he set it back down without trying too hard to make sense of it. Deciding to see if he could find someone -- anyone -- else, he made his way out of the room and into the hallway. He noticed his name and furrowed his brow before moving to the next door. While there was a name on it as well, it wasn't one he recognized. He thought about knocking, but maybe whoever Ashley was didn't know anymore than he did. Maybe no one here would. Shaking his head lightly, he decided to continue to explore, perplexed and wary, and trying to ignore the feeling that there were important things going on back home that he should have been a part of. |