Between Parallel Lines

Groaning, Danny lands on his bum on the cold cement. The midnight wind hits his face and he ruffles off the dry leaves in his hair. The day seemed to vanish, and he looks around only to see buildings and a few lamp posts dimly lit, its rays of light hitting the stone floor.

"Where th-"

He lifts his head to see a girl in a gray sweater, her shoes drenched in an orange liquid that was seeping off a white box that seemingly fell from her hands. Her eyes were wide and shocked, her face turned white and frozen.

"What the fuck."