Make It There

Wayne

I woke up in a nice, cozy, warm bed. I slowly sat up in the sunlight-deluged room and gazed around, wondering where I was at and what had happened to me. Then everything rushed to me like a wave: Bebe. Fight. Those kids. The robot. No more car. Blizzard. Wanting to die. Right.

I observed the room I was in from the bed, noticing the wooden walls, dresser, and closet that were in front of me. I then spotted fresh clothes on the edge of the bed. Nice.

I got up, dressed up, and exited the room, walking down the narrow, wooden hallway, into the dining room and foyer of the house I was in.

There, I found a man with short, spiky blond hair, cooking on the stove. He must've felt my presence, because he turned around and looked at me.

I faced me and his eyes lit up. "Ah, so you found the clothes! Good!" He flipped a pancake that was in the pan. "You had a good night sleep?"

"Yeah, thanks." I smiled sheepishly.

"No problem." He flashed me warm smile and turned back to his cooking.

I gazed around, not knowing what to do next.

"You can go to the fridge and pull out the apple juice, if you want," the guy told me, like as if he read my mind.

"Okay." I walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pitcher of apple juice. Then I walked around the countertop and placed it on the table, which was already set up.

"Hold up, I am almost done," he mumbled.

"Alright." I sat down. "You need anymore help?"

"Nope, I'm good." The guy ambled over to the table, carrying two pans. He slid eggs and bacon on an empty plate in the middle and a batch of pancakes on another plate. He set the pans in the sink and sat across from me. "Let's eat!"

We began to eat quietly, not talking to each other. I would've been very uncomfortable, eating at some random guy's house, but I was starving, so I didn't really care.

"What's your name?" the guy asked me, looking up from his plate.

"Oh, ummm..." I swallowed down some bacon. "Toosk. Toosk Mjalmersson."

"Nice to meet you, Toosk. I'm Wayne Brooks." He gazed back down at his plate and eats some egg.

I scrutinized him for a moment. "You Finnish? You look Finnish."

"Yup." He reverted his eyes up at me. "You?"

"Kyllä," I replied back to him in Finnish; a smirk grew on my face. Yes.

"Mahtava." He smiled at me back. Awesome.

"So..." I gazed back at my plate and began cutting up a pancake.

"Where do you live?" Wayne asked me.

"Errr..." I stared up at the ceiling in deep thought. "...about two and a half hours from here."

His eyes went wide. "You walked the whole way?"

"No!" I made a bewildered look at him. "Why would I?! That would be insane!"

"Oh." He frowned a bit, darting his eyes down on to the floor. "Well, I found you lying in the snow during a blizzard..."

"Oh yeah, that..." I sighed. "My car was damaged badly, so I had to walk."

"Okay." Wayne's eyes lit up with understanding while looking at me. "Now I get it." He ate a piece of a pancake.

I gazed around my surroundings, studying the small, wooden, yet cozy house. "You live here all by yourself?"