Who: Cole and Ileana What: Waking up and general confusion Where: Room 509 When: This afternoon Warnings: Probably none, but TBD
The last thing Cole remembered was seeing a pair of headlights coming at him, growing brighter and brighter until there was nothing but white light all around. They'd been on the road again and it was dark, but he'd driven countless times at night before and he was always careful. Illy was trying to change the radio station and he was trying to stop her, laughing while he did it, but he'd kept his eyes on the road.
He had.
The truck had come out of nowhere and swerved into their lane, so what could he have done? It was too close to swerve and impact was inevitable. The last thing he thought before the light exploded and he felt his head slammed against the steering wheel was Not her.
Cole believed he was dead. There was nothing but blackness, empty and devoid of everything. Countless times he'd contemplated reaching this point, and it was almost ironic that after all those thoughts of suicide, he'd died in an accident. Something he hadn't intended or foreseen. And Illy... had she died with him? He hoped not.
But something was wrong. He was still concious and aware - this couldn't be death. Slowly the numbness turned to actual feeling, and with a sudden gasp his eyes flew open. Cole sat up suddenly, his vision blurry as he glanced around wildly. It took him a few moments to realize that he was indeed alive, and he was no longer in the car or anywhere recognizeable. It was... a room. An unfamiliar room that reminded him vaugely of one that might be found in a hotel. He glanced down and noticed that he was unharmed, despite the fact that the accident had to have been bad.
A growing sense of dread began to creep over him, and he glanced over to the bed beside the one he was sitting on.