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Jamie

Jamie stumbled slightly in the darkness. After the noise of the typhoon blowing apart Hong Kong, the silence rang in his ears. He gasped for air as he headed towards the light.

Jamie was outside, because he could feel the freezing wind surround him. He reached the light and looked out. The ground in front of him was covered in a blanket of white, and it took a second to realise what it was. Snow.

Snow was not something Jamie had experienced before, growing up in Nevada. He actually thought it was quite pretty, until he felt it on his skin, melting into water. Then he decided it was just cold rain.

His breath came in white puffs in front of his face. Jamie started to shiver, still soaking from back in Hong Kong. He jumped out into the snow, surprised when it came halfway up to his knees.

Stepping out further Jamie could see the whiteness stretching out before him. He looked back at the cave where he had come from and saw that above rose an enormous slope. And surrounding that, more slopes. Mountains.

Jamie didn't know where he was, but he certainly hated it. But it was better than Hong Kong. Thinking of Hong Kong made him think of the others, more particularly about his brother Scott. They had finally been reunited just to be separated again. He vaguely wondered what had happened to them, but for the moment he was more concerned about himself.

Jamie dragged himself through the deepening snow, now shaking so violently his thought process was jumbled up. He was starting to become dizzy. He fell over a few times and his arms wouldn't stop jerking.

Barely able to see through the blizzard- not to mention the light disappearing alarmingly fast- Jamie walked into something. He looked down to see a fence. A few wooden sticks pushed into the ground and connected with wire.

Jamie clambered over quite easily but collapsed into the freezing snow. He couldn't bring himself to get up again. He lay there and waited to die.

***

"I think he's waking up, Meg."

"Oh, thank God, I was starting to think he'd never get up."

"Are yeh alright there, son?"

Jamie blinked his eyes blearily. A soft glow of light met his eyes, and glorious warmth surrounded him.

"I'm OK" he said to the stranger. He had shaggy blondish hair and a moustache, with concerned blue eyes watching him.

"Who are you? What happened? Where am I?" Jamie demanded, his words coming out slurred.

"You're American? Are yeh a tourist, son?" the man asked.

"No! You didn't answer my questions" Jamie added angrily.

"We're only here tae help, son, calm doon. My name's Robert, but yeh can call me Rabbie if yeh like, and this one here's my wife, Megan. We were only drivin' past when we saw yeh, passed out in the snow, yeh were. Couldnae just leave yeh there, could we? Would've done as much good tae leave yeh as it would've done tae kill yeh meself, I tell yeh." The man called Rabbie said. Jamie didn't recognise the accent.

"But where am I?"

"This is our hoose, me and Meg. I'll bet yeh're hungry, aren't yeh, son? My Meg here makes the best damn macaroni and cheese Scotland's ever seen." Rabbie said with pride in his voice.

"Scotland? I'm guessing that's not in America" said Jamie. Now would be a good time to have ever been in a geography lesson…

"Naw, it's no in America, Look son, I think yeh're no telling us something here, am I right?" he said, frowning with concern.

"I don't think you'll believe me" said Jamie grimly, shaking his head.

"Aye?" challenged Rabbie, grinning at Jamie. "Just you go on an' tell us, will yeh? An' don't take too long, or our tea'll be cauld."

There's Jamie! It was a teensy bit longer. Next up: Scott.

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