Lost time (OTA, arrival!)
Somehow, amidst all that had been going on - all the lost time - Will wasn't surprised that Georgia was under his bed. That she hadn't tried to kill him was just lucky, really. He was so tired, so unsure of so much.
He stepped outside his house to catch his breath and tilt his face up to the sky; he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Even though it was the middle of the night, he wouldn't be sleeping any more anyway.
But when he opened his eyes, he already knew he was somewhere else; it smelled different, the temperature was different, the humidity heavy on his skin, it was daytime. He stiffened, instinctively checking his wrist, but he had no watch; he was still in a sweat-stained t-shirt and flannel pants - his pajamas, and barefooted; he could feel the grass between his toes. Confused, suddenly anxious, his heart raced. "I don't know what time it is. I don't know where I am," he muttered to himself, "I'm Will Graham. I'm … somewhere." But where?
He stepped outside his house to catch his breath and tilt his face up to the sky; he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. Even though it was the middle of the night, he wouldn't be sleeping any more anyway.
But when he opened his eyes, he already knew he was somewhere else; it smelled different, the temperature was different, the humidity heavy on his skin, it was daytime. He stiffened, instinctively checking his wrist, but he had no watch; he was still in a sweat-stained t-shirt and flannel pants - his pajamas, and barefooted; he could feel the grass between his toes. Confused, suddenly anxious, his heart raced. "I don't know what time it is. I don't know where I am," he muttered to himself, "I'm Will Graham. I'm … somewhere." But where?