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[h1][color=fdc68a]~Graham Turner~[/color][/h1]
[color=fdc68a]~Little Red Coughing Hood~[/color]

Nothing. Nothing exists. The universe exists. Is the universe nothing? What is nothing? In the bleak, utter darkness, something begins taking shape from nothing. A familiar mop, a striking face, a small body. It was him. The observer was watching himself from aware. But where was he?

A static erupted. From nothing, there was numbness. The darkness, the complete and total darkness, became less and less. Nothing was retreating into nothing. Blades of light cut into it from somewhere.

[color=fdc68a]“Hnnngr…? Whhhrrr. Mmmrmg.”[/color] murmured the barely conscious boy. 

From the light came sound. His sound. His voice...joined with something else. The tingling started to fade with the dark. He heard rattling. He felt his body move. Wait, he heard? He felt? He was real? Of course he was real. Why wouldn’t he be? Wait, was that a train?

The boy’s eyes slowly opened, and the world came into focus. He was in a seat alright. In a...a subway car? He wasn’t too sure, having only seen them in movies. Subways aren’t exactly native to eastern Kentucky. The walls were rather barren. The chairs were bland, but comfy. He couldn't quite make out many details, his eyes still a touch fuzzy, blurring everything they came across. The walls, the door, the kid.

Then he realized he wasn’t alone. His eyes shifted to a form in the seat across from him. Some other kid. He called to the other, little more than a groan with a slight affliction, but got no response. Out like a light, it seemed.

Graham rose to his feet. Err, attempted to. The feeling hadn’t yet returned to his body. He collapse like a ton of bricks. He groaned, he grunted, and he grasped, but he couldn’t seem to push himself up. Immediately that is. His hand found the seat, and he pulled himself up. He held onto it, steadying himself. Tossing one last look over to his sleeping buddy, Graham slowly made his way to the door once his legs began to wake ever so slightly. 

He tried the handle, and to his surprise, the door jerked open. Not for the last time, Graham asked himself where in the world he was. Last thing he remembered was…

Well, he couldn’t remember. Why couldn't he remember? Why didn't he care?

He looked out into the hall and stumbled forward. There was a window opposite his door. He grabbed hold of it and looked out into nothing. He looked left and right, not catching sight of anybody else. He wasn’t alone, was he? He couldn’t be alone. Please, don’t let me be alone.

[color=fdc68a]“H-hello? Is…”[/color] Graham began, but was interrupted by a cough. His voice sounded horribly gravelly and scratched. What the hell had happened to him? [color=fdc68a]“Is anybody out there?”[/color] he finished as the coughing subsided. His head pounded something fierce. He had a slight shiver, and he brought his hands up to his arms, holding himself. He was scared. All he wanted at the moment was his comfy bed. Nice pillows, warm blanket, the works. Maybe he could find some here. Trains have those, right? He'd just ask someone...

If there was anyone.[/centre]