InsaneJournal

Rocky start was something of an understatement, so far. It wasn't enough that he'd been transported somewhere where there was no fade but it had to be completely different than his home. Home world? Was this a different planet? There were so many people that he'd seen on this net thing that knew where they were, recognized the area already. He also couldn't decide if it was a bad thing or a good thing that other people he knew where here. Maybe if it had been just Hawke? But no, she'd seen first hand what it was like for Anders and Justice to act as one, a terrorist, an uncontrollable force. He wouldn't apologize, but he couldn't see the other side of it. Alistair and Solona knew him from before allowing Justice to use his body as a home, knew now how far he'd come.

Was being summoned here a second chance for him? He didn't see it as such but maybe it was. He'd expected to die or go on the run, not to be transported to a new world where he couldn't see what happened.

He'd spent a few days in his room, only coming out maybe once or twice, but he'd made the sudden decision to leave and check out the streets around him. If he was going to be stuck here for Maker knew how long, he could at least look around. Anders had waited until he could no longer hear anything else from the rest of the apartment and slowly turned the knob on his door, looking out into the dark room beyond it. Maybe everyone else was asleep? In any case, he'd wrapped himself up in a black cloak, one close to that he'd worn before leaving Kirkwall, and stepped out into the hall. Through the hall to the stairs, down several flights and out, into the cooler night air. It felt nice on his face, and he paused for a moment to feel it before continuing on.

Loose sandy strands fluttered around his face as he picked a direction and started walking, making sure to note where he was going so he could figure out how to make it home. Who would he end up running into? Was anyone even awake at this hour?