To Find Home

Jason rose to the water's surface in desperation, clawing at the water, his body on fire. His lungs were adjusting to the chilling air and his senses attempted to calibrate to his new surroundings for a second time.

Get back to her.

For some reason that phrase rang stronger than before through his head, motivating him to get out of the water and run. He dressed himself with clothing he found along the way of his escape, faces barely registering as he ran past people, their voices muted as they tried to grab him back.

He didn't dare let him lay a finger on him, fighting through the burning soreness in his calves.

He had to get back to her no matter what.

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Ignoring the groaning man by the door, Jason huddled next to the fire, warming himself up after running in the snow for who-knows how long. He found a cabin and quickly seeked refuge, not caring if he had to hurt a man in the process.

After all, it was all to find her... her? Who was her, or rather she?

What was her name?

Ma. Mari. Mari. It was Mari.

That's right! He had to get back to Mari... but how?

XXX-XXX-XX-XX-XX-XX

A number! A phone number!

What was the number? Her number?

Would it still work?

Jason ran his hand through his hair, stopping as he reached the tips of them. While they weren't to his shoulder, they were definitely too long to be considered short.

He froze.

How much time has passed? And... Where was he?

How was he going to get back to Mari?

Jason looked out the snowy window, knowing there was no time to waste if he wanted to find Mari as soon as possible.

Taking a few things from the cabin, Jason headed out the door, thanking the injured man as he closed the door behind him.

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Jason waited for his coffee as he went over what he was able to gather from just walking to the closest town.

(Where he had grabbed the money? Old habits die hard he guessed...)

First off, the place he managed to escape from was on a mountain.

There was fucking snow on that mountain.

He barely understands the languages that were spoken here.

German was widely spoken here, in which he barely understood.

He thought he was in Germany for that matter, but quickly replaced it with Switzerland.

Germany only had German as its official language, but the official languages here also included Italian, Romansh and French.

And French... Jason understood better than German.

He had a feeling Mari had something to do with him knowing the basics of French, conversational French for that matter.

He was able to confirm that this was indeed in Switzerland through a French speaking resident, finding out he was hours away from France. Which led him to his next dilemma.

Money.

Jason chuckled into his coffee at this setback, wondering why he thought it was a problem. He was going to find a way to get to France, to manage to snag a ride there.