Two worlds collide

Chapter 4. The wrong Impression.

Geralt turned in his sleep. He had slain the monster only to turn and see the portal appear seconds before he was pulled into it. He grumbled as his eyes opened taking in his surroundings. Ahh, that was it. That woman... Michelle, had taken him in and brought him to her home. She had shown him that strange device called a TV. He had remained awake for hours, fascinated by it. Learning about her world. Things were most certainly different here. He had watched programmes about cooking, lost interest in the ones about fishing. He had watched shopping channels. He had even watched the news.

He sat up now. Wincing less than the day before. Michelle was no longer in the bed, or even in the room for that matter. He shrugged. What was he expecting? The plate and mugs were now gone, as was the glass. she had obviously woken before him. The room was now full of bright sunlight, but as to the time of day he had no clue. It was time to investigate his surroundings. 

He was still naked however, and his Armor was nowhere to be seen. Where had the woman taken it? and more importantly where were his swords. His suspicions grew. The woman was welcoming enough and yes, she had taken care of his wounds. But why had she felt the need to have a knife strapped to her leg under her sleep clothes? And what was that unsettling feeling about her? he pursed his lips in thought. He then noticed a garment had been lain on the bed. He reached for it and shrugged. It was a black robe, a similar material to the rug on the floor. He quirked an eyebrow. Was this a woman's robe? It seemed too feminine to belong to a man. Still, it was preferable to being naked. he pulled it over his shoulders and grunted. His attention now turned to the door that Michele had entered the room through.

The door opened out on to a spacious landing, the walls again very sparsely decorated, but it allowed the natural beauty of the ornate stonework to be shown off. The Bricks a mismatch of different shaped honey coloured stone. there was a total of six doors including the one he had just opened; the landing was in a shape of rectangle, and he stood in the centre facing a wooden staircase. One door stood slightly ajar while the rest remained closed. The landing he stood upon was in fact a great wooden balcony surrounded by a wooden fence. It allowed him a clear view of the room below. A couple of comfortable sofas and padded armchairs could be seen. Along with A large dining table set with tall back chairs. Light poured into the room from a huge window that took up the space from the floor to the ceiling. Through this he could make a stone pathway and the green of grass.

Who was this woman? 

He decided to explore further. Four of the doors opened into bedrooms of varying size and décor. One opened into a bathroom. The quick exploration of the upper floor complete, he descended the wooden stairs, which creaked slightly as walked. His nostrils flared at the scent of food. meat, onions, garlic, he had to admit that it smelled good.

Where was the woman? In this sizable building she could be anywhere.

Now at the bottom of the stairs Geralt looked about him confused. To his right was the huge window, he could see the cut grass of a large lawn, a few trees scattered here and there with a couple of wooden seats beneath them. To his left another window and door that matched the other. The view from this side however was different. A large area that looked like some kind of grey stone, but it was nothing he had ever seen before. on that strange looking ground was a red contraption with what looked like wheels, the sunlight glinted of the shiny metal and chrome. he shook his head and dismissed it as a another waft of food made his stomach gurgle. Ahead of him was a wide archway. His nose informing him that the delicious smell was coming from here. Silently he padded towards to the arch. He heard the woman talking and froze. he had assumed she was alone.

He saw her, back towards him. she was Dressed in some strange blue trousers that looked tight, not tight enough to limit movement, but just the right kind of tight to accentuate her curves. In this case, her rounded behind. She was leaning against a wooden unit resting her head on her arms, her attention on something before her. He nodded in approval at the sight. The woman spoke. "Ok Google... Play me something."