Who: Billy Kaplan and Shay What: Wandering around town, confused. When: Present Where: The streets. Warnings: TBD
Billy was lost. More lost than usual. He suddenly found himself standing outside of an old, abandoned gas station surrounded by a chained link fence complete with barbed wire on each side. How he got there? He didn't know. Half the things that happened to him these days seemed to be some sort of an unplanned divine intervention.
He couldn't seem to remember the last thing he was doing. All he could think about was how unsettling his current surroundings were, and how much he wished Teddy were there with him.
It was about then that he heard a cracking noise behind him. It was dark, and he was hoping and praying that it was just a mouse. He swallowed down a big gulp and walked a few paces closer to the darkened alleyway emitting the noise, hands ever-ready as his fingertips began crackling with electrical energy.
The noises were coming from behind a dumpster, and the strange noise only grew as he approached. Slowly but surely he cocked his head around the side of the dumpster to see, wincing a little as if to prepare.
When he opened his eyes he let out a big sigh of relief. It was a stray cat having a little too much fun with a paper grocery bag. He let go his breath and placed a hand on his chest, letting out a little laugh. "You're losing it, Billy."
With that, he turned and made his way toward the street, hoping that was the most ominous event of the evening.
When he got past the alleyway, he continued to look around. The streets were dark every which way he turned, graffiti colorfully dancing along the harsh brick walls. He didn't like this place, not at all. He closed his eyes for half a second and squinted hard, taking in a deep breath.
"I want to go home, I want to go home, I want to go home..." He said in a quiet voice, then looked around with a whimper. It didn't work. Of course.