coming down hard, the feeling's all gone
WHO polarisation, swatwithdragons.
WHAT There comes a time when even the best of stories may end. Thank goodness for sequels.
WHERE On a train somewhere in Russia, to begin with.
WHEN April 11th, 1998. Lance is 24. (Relative time: Sefton is 15. April 20th, 2043, before the government catches up to him.)
Wherever Sefton expected to be when he woke up from his (apparently much-needed) nap, it was not the private compartment of some train he distinctly did not remember boarding. A quick check confirmed that he still had his bag (and with it, all of his belongings) and he rifled through it to check for a ticket or some other indication of what happened. Paranoia fluttered in his chest as he remembered the inexplicable posters following him around the country, wondering if they had anything to do with what was going on.
Finding nothing, he flopped back against the seat, eyes drawn to the scenery whizzing past. Minutes later, he was out in the hall, trying to fight the rising panic as nothing was coming to him to explain why he was there. Instinct had him pulling at one of the doors, something inside pushing him toward it as if there would be an answer just sitting there, and he immediately held his breath when he realized he had just barged into an occupied compartment with absolutely no explanation for why.
WHAT There comes a time when even the best of stories may end. Thank goodness for sequels.
WHERE On a train somewhere in Russia, to begin with.
WHEN April 11th, 1998. Lance is 24. (Relative time: Sefton is 15. April 20th, 2043, before the government catches up to him.)
Wherever Sefton expected to be when he woke up from his (apparently much-needed) nap, it was not the private compartment of some train he distinctly did not remember boarding. A quick check confirmed that he still had his bag (and with it, all of his belongings) and he rifled through it to check for a ticket or some other indication of what happened. Paranoia fluttered in his chest as he remembered the inexplicable posters following him around the country, wondering if they had anything to do with what was going on.
Finding nothing, he flopped back against the seat, eyes drawn to the scenery whizzing past. Minutes later, he was out in the hall, trying to fight the rising panic as nothing was coming to him to explain why he was there. Instinct had him pulling at one of the doors, something inside pushing him toward it as if there would be an answer just sitting there, and he immediately held his breath when he realized he had just barged into an occupied compartment with absolutely no explanation for why.