Felix sat alone along the icy bridge, waiting for his best friend Ryan to arrive back home from a trip to see his family back home. As he waited, he found his mind wandering to the first things he and Ryan were to do upon arrival. He definitely wanted to make his famous cappuccino for his lifelong friend, and go snowboarding down a nice little hill beside their flat they shared.
These ideas always gave him an off feeling, though, like the plans he made were going to be postponed. But why would he think that? What would cause this pessimism? He soon realized that he had waited all afternoon, and the sun was already drifting off along the horizon, and it looked more than amazing.
Felix wanted Ryan to be there to share this magnificent moment together, but he had yet to make an appearance. Where was his friend? His plane should have landed over a half an hour ago. But then again, that could be the delay coming from his thoughts from earlier. Maybe it was just a little behind, or maybe it was a late flight attendant causing the plane to be delayed a little bit.
Or, maybe it was something bigger than they all knew could seize to exist, and could be something they had always played games about - made games about, even - and possibly planned for in the near future. Or maybe Felix was just overthinking things once again... he always did that along with exaggerating things to extremes.
Felix was about to just go home, send a text to Ryan telling him to take a cab to their flat when he landed, when the sound of ambulances ring throughout the air and he looks confusedly around before something hits his head and the tight pulls of unconsciousness tug at him, drifting into the present dark spots consuming his vision...
