Who: Mal and Open
What: Mal wakes up on a rather cold street
Where: Main street and then Kaylee's apartment
When: Wednesday Morning
Rating: GC for Gorram COLD
Mal Reynolds was lost. That much he knew. The sandstorm had kicked up without any warning and left Serenity's captain disoriented. He didn't even realize he had blacked out until he woke up with his back flat on the ground. Something was wrong though. It was cold. Freezing cold that sank right into the thick leather of his coat. Mal jumped to his feet, turning in a circle to take in his surroundings. It was morning, that much he could tell by the position of the sun in the sky. But he didn't recognize his location. Instead of a flat expanse of desert, he was standing on a snowy street.
"What the hell is this?"
Mal shivered and ran his hand over snow flecked hair. He was confused and that was a feeling Mal didn't like. He started to walk, still looking at the world around him. Nothing was familiar. It wasn't like any of the worlds he had ever been on.
Though he had heard stories. "Can't be..."