Okay! let’s get back to it.

We left off with me being miserable in a probably infinite dark place…

Now that's a mouthful … let's just call it Void from now on, good? Good.

Right, so I was walking through the Void for quite some time, resting a bit from time to time before continuing on.

I was repeating that cycle every day, or at least what I wound up calling a day.

I picked up a habit of singing while walking to shake away the boredom, I was not much of a singer but I had some lessons from my mother in my childhood.

And remembering the lessons gave me some of that happiness boost that I desperately needed.

At the end of that last cycle, I carefully laid down on the ground and tried to fall asleep.

It’s a lot harder to fall asleep when you don’t feel tired at all.

I've never been much of a dreamer, but ever since I got here I’ve been dreaming every night and most of them were memories of my home and locations where I have been before.

Walking between the empty streets …

Never knew the point of dreaming, every time I had a dream I would wake up tired.

Well, at least that problem was solved while I was in that place.

Right, got off track.

So there I was lying on that stone-like floor with my eyes shut when I suddenly started falling. It didn’t take long for my face to reach the floor.

My nose was spewing blood but at least I could feel that It wasn’t broken.

There was a second thought going through my mind too.

While I was crawling on the floor I felt something I hadn’t in a long time — wind.

As I looked up and finally opened my eyes I got momentarily blinded by the brightness of the moon, and my eyes watered with tears of joy — but mostly because of the strain on my eyes after living in the darkness for so long.

I wiped them away and tried to stand up, quickly feeling the pain from my fall I stumbled a little bit but managed to stay on my two.

In front of me was a field full of tall grass that was shimmering from the gentle wind blowing through it.

Among the grass, I noticed someone standing with arms stretched out as if in a hug, oh — and its head was half torn off.

A momentary scare later, I recognized it for what it was — a scarecrow.

After that I looked down to the floor — I was standing on a stone plate surrounded by dirt, and there were a lot more of them scattered along the path that was going through the middle of the field and then disappearing into the forest.

When I started feeling the cold from the wind and the stone I was standing on all I could think about was how much I missed it, but I was interrupted by a sudden noise behind me.

As I turned around I was again surprised — before me was a two-story house.

Inside it, I noticed a commotion going on as someone was running around the house.

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I started to slowly move towards it, and when I reached the porch I started walking even more carefully trying not to get any splinters in my feet from the rough wooden floor, but before I could reach the door I got blinded yet again — this time by the light that was shining through the suddenly opened door.

In the doorway stood a silhouette of a man, because my eyes were still adapting to light I couldn't see the man himself, but what I could make clearly — was the rifle barrel pointing right at me.

A normal person would instantly panic at the sight of a gun being pointed at them —

me counting myself among them I executed my duties perfectly.

Being scared shitless for the lack of a better word I suddenly backed away, only to tangle my legs in panic and fall on my ass.

I was cowering on the floor too scared to say a word, but I didn’t need to — as the stranger did it instead of me.

“What the hell do you think you are doing on my porch in the middle of the night!?”

As my eyes adapted to the bright light that was coming from the doorway I said the first thing that was on my mind.

“H- Human?”

After a short moment of silence, the man let out a deep annoyed sigh.

“Oh great — it's another one of those crazy bums, never seen a naked one before…”

Now, let me tell you a little detail about myself … I swear it’s important.

In moments of great stress. My school shrink once said that it was a defensive mechanism my brain created to handle my stress.

To say that it looks creepy from an outside perspective would be an understatement.

So, being less than emotionally stable at the moment I started laughing, while at the same time covering my mouth to stop it.

I can’t even imagine the face that man must’ve had during all that. My giggling was finally interrupted, but how it happened I didn’t like in the slightest.

“Ok, I'm going to count until 10, after that it's hobo season out for me!”

Laughter scared out of me, my brain went into panic — trying to create a sentence that wouldn’t instigate the man into shooting me.

Even with my throat dry I managed to blurt out the answer rather quickly.

“Wai- wait! P-please I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to inva- … Intrude! I didn’t mean to Intrude! I don’t know how I even got here…”

As a result — another moment of silence began before the man lowered his rifle and mumbled something to himself, after that, he finally stepped out of the light — which finally gave me a chance to look at him.

He was wearing an olive green T-shirt whose color had faded in several places,

on top of it he wore a brown sleeveless hunting jacket, which had patches all over it.

By the looks of it, he was past his fifties, he was visibly bald, but he still sported a short beard that mostly had grayed out, only patches of it indicated the color that it was before — red.

While I was looking over the man — he was doing the same thing with me.

After a brief moment he let go of his rifle and offered me his free hand, I reached out at first before I wavered for a moment, but not wanting to spend the rest of the night sitting there I quickly grasped his hand.

“Welcome to Honasson Ranch, Texas”

With those words, he lifted me back up on my feet.

“I see that you got plenty lost boy, now, let's head inside and cover you with something — we don’t want to traumatize the other people when we go to town tomorrow”

After he mentioned it — my arms quickly shot down to recover at least some of my dignity.

“Thank you! Thank you, and sorry for scaring you.”

The man let out a hefty laugh.

“You would need a Heck of a lot more than a naked man on my porch to scare me”

After that, he turned around while motioning for me to follow him.

As I entered the house the level of pain my eyes experienced was horrible, but with every blink, it faded away more and more. Before I could fully adjust I sensed something flying at me, with the grace of a fish on a skateboard I very awkwardly caught it and then heard the man again.

“Here’s some spare clothes, hope they fit”

It was a simple plaid shirt, a pair of underwear, and jeans.

They smelled of dust and wood — but the smell was fairly faint so it didn’t bother me in the slightest, I liked it actually.

I followed the man again as he started to walk upstairs before he rounded the corner and suddenly stopped before a door.

I was about to ask about it as he flipped the light switch and opened it.

“Before you put on your clothes I figured you’d want to wash up, the towels are in the upper cabinet. You can have that room at the end of this corridor”

After which he pointed in the direction of the room before he turned back around to continue.

“I’ll wait with my questions. I'm tired as hell and won’t remember half of it, so let’s just go to the Police tomorrow so you won’t have to repeat yourself a dozen times over”

With that said — he passed by me and patted my shoulder before he walked downstairs.