Nodding, he moves forward and takes the other man's arm - it feels pretty unnatural, but for the sake of not getting lost in wherever they end up going, he'll do it.
At first, the surroundings shift to simple haze; non de-script and unremarkable in any way, shape, or form. He's not sure where they're headed (part of the problem - he needs to pick the path) but figures they'll get there eventually.
It's not Milliways.
And it's not New Mexico Territory. It's not Sherwood Forest and it's not Wheelsy, either. And it's not aboard the Enterprise.
It's Alabama. Tallapoosa County.
There's no snow on the ground, but the air is cool. They're walking alongside the creek that will run into a river, joining up with another before it hits the lake. The road doesn't kick up dust.
"I know where we are now," he says. "This is home."
A small farmhouse glows in the distance through the trees. It won't take long to reach the front porch.
(Hopefully his mother will refrain from greeting him with his daddy's Winchester this time.)
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At first, the surroundings shift to simple haze; non de-script and unremarkable in any way, shape, or form. He's not sure where they're headed (part of the problem - he needs to pick the path) but figures they'll get there eventually.
It's not Milliways.
And it's not New Mexico Territory. It's not Sherwood Forest and it's not Wheelsy, either. And it's not aboard the Enterprise.
It's Alabama. Tallapoosa County.
There's no snow on the ground, but the air is cool. They're walking alongside the creek that will run into a river, joining up with another before it hits the lake. The road doesn't kick up dust.
"I know where we are now," he says. "This is home."
A small farmhouse glows in the distance through the trees. It won't take long to reach the front porch.
(Hopefully his mother will refrain from greeting him with his daddy's Winchester this time.)