Time Travel

Payphone

Montana's mischievous grin brought reassurance to the whole gang and soon enough, everyone was back to their usual, happy and carefree, selves.

It was only when Ray questioned why Brooke was taking so long and why she wasn't at the phone box anymore that the laughing and joking stopped for a brief moment.

"Probably out in the woods taking a whiz." Chet slurs.

Xavier and Montana laugh hysterically at these words.

Everyone was pretty drunk.

"No seriously, it doesn't take this long to make a phone call." Ray persists.

You would've been worried too, if you weren't preoccupied about who the figure was.

Was it all in your head?

Were you just paranoid about last nights events?

Maybe even Mallory coming back to see you?

You did consider asking Montana who/what it was out there but you knew she wouldn't tell.

By the look of her right now, you knew she was too drunk to reply anyways.

"Are you guys just ignoring me?" Ray says, throwing his arms in the air with annoyance.

His beer can spilt slightly and Montana's gaze watched the browny liquid drip onto the floor.

For the first time that night, you actually processed what Ray was saying and what his point was.

Brooke was out there after half an hour.

And if the figure was real.

They were out there together.

"Yeah, we should probably go out and check on her." You add, it was just the Gryffindor in you.

You felt slightly numb with the feeling you'd suddenly got after thinking of the worst possible things that could happen to Brooke.

Ray let his arms drop to his sides, relieved that he wasn't alone with his thoughts.

"You should probably just let Brooke have some privacy ya know." Montana states, she didn't exactly seem that drunk anymore.

"Don't you think half an hour is enough?" You say, fiddling with the can in your hands.

"I'm staying here." Chet mumbles, "Too cold."

You 'wiped your mouth' to cover the smirk that was slowly creeping onto your face.

Chet was clearly scared, after all, it was summer and it wasn't exactly going to be cold.

You personally didn't mind going out, as long as you weren't alone.

Suddenly, you realised you were holding your breath out of nervousness.

You exhale.

You were making too much of a big deal of this, it was probably nothing.

Brooke will be fine.

"Well, I'm going out to check on Br-"

You didn't even say her name before the cabin door swung open.

A very tired looking Brooke Thompson stumbled into the room, she was covered in mud.

The wet squelch of her shoes indicated why the floor has suddenly become covered in mud.

"He's here." She stammers, "He's after me!"

"Who is?" You ask, trying to get a glimpse of her expression.

Then her brown eyes locked with your (e/c) eyes.

"I-" She took a breath, "A guy in a raincoat."