• Breath streams out of my mouth, as I cup my hands and blow into them to try and warm up.
    It's fridgid, the temperture keeps dropping like my hopes of making it through the night.
    I have nowhere left to run, or hide or even recover.
    Nothatiwouldwanttobecausewithoutherthereisnoreasontostayearthboundtothisplaneihate.

    I take a deep breath, the chill piercing my lungs again, and take a step and another. I don't know where I am going but I end up at the place we met anyway. The bridge into town and I want to leave town.

    So I push myself up and over and I am fallingfallingfalling...flying into a new plane and I can see her.