I'd been sat on the road for a few hours, maybe even a day. I wasn't really sure. The sky was different here. Moving from day to night in a matter of seconds or hours at random. Luckily the street lights worked here too. Wherever here actually was. The ground seemed to retain the odd sun's heat fine though. So at least shivering to death wasn't a huge concern.
I glanced up the road, swearing I'd heard a car horn. One moment I was studying the empty road ahead and the next a guy appeared. There was no flash of light or wavering into existence. It was just nothing and then pop. A guy was there. I stood up, my arms hugging my body. I hesitated, my last run in with a stranger hadn't exactly ended well. I sub consciously covered my side with one hand. I shook the grim feelings and approached him. He was lying still so I couldn't tell if he was actually alive.
Then he stirred, looking around in bewilderment. I paused mid-step and backed away a little. I headed back to the alley, deciding I'd rather not see someone else. I heard him mutter under his breath. I glanced and watched as he pulled himself up, his eyes darting around the desolate urban surroundings. He spotted me and a look of relief crossed his face.
“H-hey!” He called after me and I stopped. So much for running away. I turned to look at him, wondering what had landed him in this place.
“Hello,” I called back after a few moments. My voice wavering a little and easily echoing across the expanse to him. He walked towards me, looking around the whole time as he did. When there was a few feet between us I held up a hand. He stopped immediately, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
“Sorry. Just, no closer. I don't even know you're name,” I explained. Hoping he wouldn't see how scared I was. I'd always been bad at trusting people. But now it was like that fear had elevated to an impossible height, all because some mugger had killed me. I shuddered at the memory.
“Nathan,” He replied, drawing me from my thoughts. I stared at him for a few seconds before I realised he'd just given me his name.
“Lucy,” I returned, arms still firmly wrapped about me. I studied him, taking in his average height and build. He had a beard and nicely styled hair. His hands were shoved in his pockets nervously as he studied me as well.
“S-so, d-do you know w-where we are?” he stuttered. His face flushing a deeper shade of pink each time he almost fell over his words.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I replied with a shrug. His face dropped a little. He walked away from me and back to where he'd woken up.
“One moment I was saving a kid. And then I'm here,” he said. I was guessing it more to himself than me as he didn't stutter. He looked back at me for guidance I didn't have. Then his words started to sink in. He'd appeared in the middle in the road lying down.
“Did you get hit?” I asked quickly, my mind putting together an insane idea.
“N-no clue,” he answered. Looking a little surprised by my sudden outburst. I lifted my hand to my chin, chewing on the sleeve of my top, pacing the pavement.
“W-why?” he asked. I hesitated, I didn't want to freak him out.
“I was killed just before I appeared here,” I explained. His eyes widened, his mouth forming a small 'o'.
“Oh. I-I'm s-s-sorry,” he said awkwardly. His nerves making the stuttering even worse.
“I'm sorry too,” I said. He frowned at me, not understanding my meaning. He glanced back at the road where he'd woken up. I saw the realization dawn on him.