I'm cold.
Where am I?!
Someone please...
I'm hurt.
Anyone...
Anyone...
Ahhhhh it feels so warm.
So very warm.
I smell something.
Smell so good.
Light...
That's what he saw first, opening his eyes for what seem like the first time.
The smell of food catches him.
His head shifts to the left, to see a dark figure leaning close to the fire.
The figure turns... Oh its a man.
"Good your awake." Said the man.
Blinking he sits up.
"Are you hungry?" The man asks.
Stomach grumbles and he nods.
"I paid a dishwasher boy to get me some food."
Setting the container in front of him, he digs into the rice.
"Odd thing you are... Not quiet human or bat, but you are as small as a bat... What's your name?"
Looking up, swallowing the rice.
"John."
...
...
"John Watson."
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