Who: Owen Grady and Claire Dearing What: Reuniting Where: Outside When: Morning Warnings: Will update if Owen can't keep his hands to himself necessary Status: Closed
Owen had been one of the first to arrive. He'd woken up in a house that wasn't his own, surrounded by things that weren't his. He'd headed outside and built a small lean-to shelter in the woods. The constant rain was an annoyance he could live without, but it just meant that he gathered plenty of branches and did the best he could to keep the rain out. It wasn't very warm or dry, but it was better than squatting in a strange house, as far as Owen was concerned.
He didn't spend much time there, anyway. He really only went there to sleep. Otherwise, he was out and about, moving around, looking for supplies and assessing the landscape. He had a mental map of the area, at least as far as he had explored. At night, he studied the sky, looking for the stars when the clouds broke enough to allow a few to shine through.
And the reality was, he had no idea where this place was. He couldn't even determine if it was earth, though he assumed it was based on the general composition of the ground, the houses, the trees, and everything else he encountered. He sighed as he walked through the town.
This place baffled him and he hated it. He hated not knowing where he was, why and how he'd gotten there, and what he was supposed to do. What was the end game? Who was behind it all? Owen liked answers and some measure of control over his life. He had neither, and it made him twitchy.