WHO: Alex Millar, Open (to someone supernatural!) WHEN: NOW. Nighttime preferably. WHERE: The cemetery WHAT: Alex shows up and doesn't know what the hell is going on. RATING: Alex has a pretty foul mouth so let's go with at least a PG-13. STATUS: Threading.
Nah, something wasn't right about this place. Alex couldn't quite put her finger on it, but she was more than put out by the overwhelming sense that she wasn't in Barry anymore. She remembered the smell of the ocean nearby, even if she couldn't smell it now, but more than that, the sounds. The gulls, the kids playing at the beach. There was none of that. A sign on the edge of town. A cemetery. This was getting too familiar. Lawrence. Maybe if she'd studied her geography better she'd know where the hell that was. As it stood, she wandered through the cemetery.
What the hell was this place? Was this another one of Hatch's plans? Send her to another wonky place so that she'd have to fight her way back? She didn't remember clawing out of this graveyard, so what the hell?
Alex stopped. She spun in place, looking up and yelling, "All right! Come out wherever you are! This is getting bloody tiresome you scenery-chewing bastard! I've got places to be, and a door to pass through already!"
Nothing. Not even a peep.
"This is stupid," she muttered to herself. Why was she even walking? Just pop back on home, get Hal and Tom and just leave this nonsense behind. A hand swept through her short hair as she moved to turn around...
...and stopped short, face to face with another person. Surprise did not even begin to cover anything about this. She was pretty sure they were looking at her. Were they a ghost too? Something more than that? Something was definitely up, and now she wanted to know what it was. Rentaghosting could wait just a bit.