Who: Stephen and Connor.
What: Friends and teammates reunite.
Where: Vicinity of the library.
When: Day 26, early afternoon.
Rating: PG.
Status: Active.



Stephen was taking everything in stride. He had to. Panic wasn't really his thing, nor was it productive. You couldn't protect people if you were stressing out. You couldn't take on something that could easily kill you if you were busy thinking 'God, this thing could eat me in one bite.'

So, upon finding out the basics of the place he now found himself in, Stephen separated himself from the two men he woke up with and set about finding his own facts. Which so far had consisted of him exploring a bit of the forest near where he appeared and making notes in the notebook he found in the sorry excuse for a survival kit. He didn't want to wander too far from that location in case an anomaly was the cause of his arrival and it happened to reopen. The chance was slim but it was still a chance.

Once that familiar handwriting caught his eye, though, everything changed.

The forest was put to his back and his feet were hitting the pavement at a light jog, one goal in mind. Find Connor. If he was alive then perhaps Cutter was too, and Abby. God, could the others be here? Stephen spent a few moments flipping through pages looking for the map that was mentioned before deciding it was a waste of time. This place couldn't be that big. Libraries tended to have a certain look to them as well. And really? He'd probably recognize Connor a kilometer away. As he jogged Stephen couldn't help but wonder at the town; the streets were a contrast to the condition of the buildings, making one or the other look out of place. Was this place a mix of times? That man with the peculiar eyes had mentioned something about people being from different times. Perhaps that had something to do with it?

Hell, he could try to figure this place out later. He had to see that Connor was well and truly alive. Nothing else was remotely as important at the moment.