That Damn Tree!

Toris's frantic dashing had carried him far from the point at which he'd started; he was now in what appeared to be a pleasant neighborhood, the sort that one wouldn't expect to see in a city. As he took this in, he realized something: there still was noone to be seen, heard; not even a presence to feel, anywhere. And there hadn't been any along the way, either; he'd had his eyes and ears peeled for any sight of Feliks. He supposed that in his fear, he may have missed something, but now he was in complete control of himself he realized that the entire part of the city he'd traveled through had been completely lifeless.

His pace now at a brisk walk, the brunette began to wonder what was going on. This seemed to be a fairly large city, the kind that you would expect to be overflowing with all types of activity and people. But it was apparrently the stark opposite of this. The quetion was....Why? It didn't have the rotted, dead feel of a ghost town; 'Heck,' he thought, 'It looks as if people just...got up and left.' This idea sent an ominous feeling through his mind; What reason could there be for an entire city's population to leave?

As he thought of this, he heard a voice. Eyes widened and darted around, trying to locate the source. He finally spotted a familiar figure standing at the foot of a fairly large tree; Sebastian? He felt a wave of reliefwash over him; there were others! And if Sebastian was here, maybe he could find the others, and find out what was gonig on...

"Sebastian!" he called, jogging toward the silver-haired man. "Sebastian, it's me, Toris!"

Toris laughed weakly at the blue-eyed man's bad joke, partially in hope that it was a joke. 'You're so stupid,' he scolded himself. 'For beieving him for a second there...' He really hated himself in situations like this for being so uptight; every time without fail, he worried himself sick. Rendered himself completely useless, nothing but a burden...he didn't want that to happen now, in this abandoned city that practically reeked of suspicion.

He blinked once or twice, then answered Sebastian, "I haven't seen anyone else, anywhere...I was running for a while, nobody's even in the houses or walking around...It's really strange."

As he smiled softly at the Dane, thoughts swirled in the brunette's head. So he hasn't seen anyone else either, I guess, Toris thought. Does that mean it's just us? But...why would it be just Sebastian and I? That doesn't make sense...but then again, neither does anything I've seen so far...

"Sebastian?" he asked, voicing his current concern. "Do you have any idea how you got here? Or what this place is?"

Toris felt a small grin spread across his thin face as he caught the similarities between his and Sebastian's experiences. At least he wasn't alone, in more ways than one. "See, I'm having the same problem." he explained. "The last thing I remember, I was outside this strange building in a seedy-looking town, because of that letter...then I woke up in a storage room a ways away." He waved his arm in the direction from which he'd came. "I think it was a convenience store or something, since there were medications and stuff like food. I found my way out, and ran here." He gestured to the area they were situated in. He carefully left out the part about getting scared silly, not wanting to embarass himself in front of the more masculine nation.

"What do you think we should do? Do you...want to get moving, like you said before? Look for the other Baltics, or the Nordics, or Feliks?" He asked, swaying back and forth slightly while slipping his hands into his khakis'pockets and tweaking the the loose strings inside of them out of force of habit.