The familiar ring of sirens blast throughout the city. I run searching for shelter, even though I know I’ll find none.
We’ve lost a piece and without it we’ll never be able to fix them. We’re searching the room for it and I catch a glimpse of what looks like the Mad Hatter scurrying away. He looks back with the famous face of Johnny Depp and I see he’s holding the piece I need in his hands.
“Hey!” I run after him and he turns to flee.
I feel like Alice in Wonderland chasing after the white rabbit.
Within moments I’m by his side. His jittery behavior reminds me of Edward Scissorhands. “He took it.”
It’s as if I’ve become a fly on the wall, able to observe everything like the eye of a camera. And I watch a man with dark hair and dark-rimmed glasses take in the room before him.
He’s new. The duffle bag in his left hand makes that obvious.
He glances from bed, to bed in the large dorm room and I can tell by the way he pulls his brows together he’s not sure which one is meant to be his. Continue reading