Emma wished she knew what to say to this girl. Maybe it was true, and she had just partied too hard. That could explain her appearance, Emma thought. But the absolute panic in her face was too strong to just brush off and chalk up to a wild night. Like the other girl, Emma only had questions, and a sick feeling of slightly irrational unease. The only thing she knew was that the storm last night had probably caused more damage than people were realizing. But still, she was confused.
When Emma became aware of someone approaching, she turned towards him. The girl in front of her looked panicked and lost, and Emma only looked confused and a bit tired. She wondered if he would know anything about the storm, or any information whatsoever that could help this girl. Emma knew she certainly didn't have anything. Besides, she still had to go to work; still though she felt a strange urge to help.
Thomas exited the park and jumped back, startled, at what he saw. "God Almighty," he said under his breath. What happened last night?
There were cars, much different than the ones he was used to. Much quieter, too. People were dressed in a much different way than he was used to; he had to avert his eyes and clear his throat when a woman in a mini skirt walked by him. The job occupation he initially thought the woman had was something that he should have by no means mentioned to her. That is, unless he decided he needed a good slap across the face. He felt her eyes on him for a second and he could have sworn he flushed tomato red, but then she walked away and Thomas decided to look around for a newspaper or something of the sort to hopefully provide him with some answers. He wanted to find his family, too, and hoped someone or something would help him. Right now, he was really in no condition to go sleuthing on his own. He was still so confused, and dizzy and lightheaded as well. As though maybe he were coming down with the flu. That was the last thing he needed right now.
Kitty stood up but quickly regretted it, because the wooziness that enveloped her entire body was so suddenly and completely overwhelming she almost felt as though she would collapse in vertigo and vomit. The mere thought of illness, however, was enough to make her cringe with fear. In her time, illnesses were taken care of immediately so not to infect others. Anything as mild as a cough could be instantly taken care of and forgotten about with a pill.
For some nagging reason, though, Kitty was beginning to feel like she wasn't home anymore.
Where am I? How did I get here?
When Emma became aware of someone approaching, she turned towards him. The girl in front of her looked panicked and lost, and Emma only looked confused and a bit tired. She wondered if he would know anything about the storm, or any information whatsoever that could help this girl. Emma knew she certainly didn't have anything. Besides, she still had to go to work; still though she felt a strange urge to help.
Thomas exited the park and jumped back, startled, at what he saw. "God Almighty," he said under his breath. What happened last night?
There were cars, much different than the ones he was used to. Much quieter, too. People were dressed in a much different way than he was used to; he had to avert his eyes and clear his throat when a woman in a mini skirt walked by him. The job occupation he initially thought the woman had was something that he should have by no means mentioned to her. That is, unless he decided he needed a good slap across the face. He felt her eyes on him for a second and he could have sworn he flushed tomato red, but then she walked away and Thomas decided to look around for a newspaper or something of the sort to hopefully provide him with some answers. He wanted to find his family, too, and hoped someone or something would help him. Right now, he was really in no condition to go sleuthing on his own. He was still so confused, and dizzy and lightheaded as well. As though maybe he were coming down with the flu. That was the last thing he needed right now.
Kitty stood up but quickly regretted it, because the wooziness that enveloped her entire body was so suddenly and completely overwhelming she almost felt as though she would collapse in vertigo and vomit. The mere thought of illness, however, was enough to make her cringe with fear. In her time, illnesses were taken care of immediately so not to infect others. Anything as mild as a cough could be instantly taken care of and forgotten about with a pill.
For some nagging reason, though, Kitty was beginning to feel like she wasn't home anymore.
Where am I? How did I get here?