When Fate Plots and Portals Glitches

How to rescue an Unsuspecting Hero

Dr. Bennett decided that she was going to solve this complex issue the best way she could first chance she had the day following the strange course of events that happened in the dead of the night. And Dr. Bennett was indeed a keeper of her promises.

"You should have seen him Jerry!" Jossey exclaimed as she pasted up and down the police station while she bit her lip and wrung her hands in mild distress. Her white fall coat flowing behind her as she went, rosy red high heels tapping against the floor melding with the ticking of the clock on the white painted brick wall. "His cloths were absolutely filthy. He looked almost terrified, well not terrified per say but overly cautious and calculating for a teen his age-"

"And you saw this kid at two o'clock in the morning?!" The man in the navy-blue police uniform, Jerry, asked with disbelief and shock colored in his voice. "Do you think he was on drugs or a substitute of some sort?"

She shook her head "no, he seemed completely clear from what I could see. His pupils weren't dilated, he walked correctly and normally, his speech was clear. Whatever he was doing late at night, it wasn't drugs."

Officer Jerry Skiles leaned back in his leather scented chair in puzzlement. Both arms on the bumpy hand rests. Burgess was a small, diverse town. If something happened, the news spread like wildfire. And a dirt-encrusted kid appearing from no-where walking down cold streets barefooted was something he defiantly would've herd earlier.

How was that that kid up so late anyways? One of the most well-known worldwide mysteries was that time zone aside, children fell asleep at relatively the same time despite what home conditions could be or what set time they were given by their parents. Except for a few rare occasions of course, but they were far from the norm. Adults were still affected, but at a much less greater scale. Adults had more control, it was then far more manipulative, and the timing wasn't nearly as exact as the children or early teens alike.

It was just as strange as the fact that only children under thirteen were ever recorded to have dreams.

Officer Skiles picked up a spiral notebook and looked back at Jossey. "Look, I'll tell the other guys when they get back from lunch break. Ok? We'll find this kid. Can you give me a detailed description of him Jossey?"

"No problem."

. . .

Danny hated being homeless. He was hungry, he was thirsty, he was filthy, he practically lived in this alley way. But most of all-

he was bored out of his mind.

Or, at least he was.

"Kid, you need to come with me." The man said with a gruff, stern voice.

Danny looked up and frowned, he honestly preferred being bored then trying to figure out how to best out run this cop. He narrowed his brows suspiciously "where's your badge?" He might not know who he is, or was, but that wasn't going to stop him from asking who this "cop" was for sure.

The man raised his brows in mild surprise. Out of his pocket, he showed him the badge. Danny closely analyzed the picture, looking back and forth of the photo and the cop as the man patiently held up his badge to the teen. In both the image and real life, they had curly brown hair and deep brown eyes with copper skin. When Danny seemed satisfied, the cop put the badge safely back in his pocket.

It was Danny's turn to be surprised when the cop sat down next to him, only a foot of space distancing them. The man turned to him, one hand on his raised knee, while the other relaxed by his side. The man smelled like soap. God, Danny missed soap. "so, what's your name?"