The Rescue

Looking

I can see my surroundings now. It's not the best place. Cold mostly. I can see that, in the area I didn't explore on the walls, there is a large table with my cold cut sandwich on top and a furnace for the other house levels.

I look down at myself and see I'm wearing my bright Chuck Taylors. The odd thing is I'm wearing gray basketball sweatpants, a fancy shirt and a old hoodie.

I don't play boys basketball and I haven't worn a hoodie in months.

Him.

They must be his. Why?

I hear the door handle turning and I sit up to look presentable. He walks in wearing jeans and a t-shirt.

"Hi, how are you doing?" He comes over and sits in front of me. I decide, he's helping me so I must say something.

"I'm fine. I'm feeling warmer. Thank you."

"Lynn, you don't need to thank me. It was honestly just a favor. All of his is a favor."

Its time for answers. "Why am I here and who are you?"

Silence.