We all know the story of how Alex Vreeke was sucked away from our world and into the game Jumanji. But what about when a character from the game gets sucked into our world...
My second 'Jumanji' story! Theresa Ross is a teaching assistant at Brantf...
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The next morning she awoke to sunlight and sounds of a bustling camp. Rising to a seated position she found that the other side of the cot and rest of the tent were empty so she guessed he was already up and about. She hesitated for a moment before reaching out and laying her hand on the empty side of the mattress - a warmth lingered, signalling he hadn't gotten up long ago.
Part of her wanted to get up and about as well, but another part of her wanted to be left alone. She went outside and she would have all the intimidating men to face, as well as him. Part of her was nervous about facing him again, but the other part was strangely eager.
Her curiosity eventually got the better of her. That, and she figured that he would eventually come in and check on her, so she got up and changed back into her shirt and vest and left the tent. She actually felt she had slept rather well, despite being in a still unfamiliar situation and lying next to a man who she was married to but didn't remember.
The camp was a busy place this morning, lots of chatter and tinkering about. This time, the men all seemed too busy with whatever they were doing to pay attention to her, for which she was thankful.
She wore his coat now, didn't just have it draped over her shoulders. He was taller than her so if it brushed the ground when he wore it it must look like a wedding dress train on her. That, and the sleeves sagged over her hands. Despite this though, it was comfortable. Comfortable and comforting.
She searched the faces for his and eventually found him sitting off to the side, isolating himself almost from the rest of the group. He was sitting at a small table, watching a few bugs skitter across the tabletop. He had a content look on his face, concentrated, almost like he was sharing a connection and conversing with them.
Then she remembered the animal-control. She had to admit - but only to herself - that it was pretty cool. This was her husband: intriguing, handsome, and had the ability to control animals, and she loved animals. Really, he was kind of perfect.
She almost felt strange interrupting and was about to turn away, her nerves suddenly getting the better of her now, until he looked up and saw her. The bugs skittered away and he rose to his feet. "Terri. Good morning."
"Morning."
"Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, very well actually, thanks." She took a step forward but stumbled when she stepped on the hem of the coat, tripping slightly. He reached out to steady her, but she regained her balance. "I-I realized I never said 'thank you', for saving me. From the snake." Thank goodness he had come along, if not, the snake may very well have devoured her! This thought made her shudder. "I also wanted to give this back." She removed and held out his coat. "Thank you for letting me borrow it. It's a bit big on me." She chuckled and handed it back.
"Thank you." He took it back. "Are you hungry?"
It was then that she realized she hadn't eaten since yesterday. "Starving, actually."
