Xander rubbed his head and tried to sit up. Something, or better yet, someone, laid across his chest, preventing him from moving.
"Where's Chicken Little when you actually need a warning?" he grumbled as he gently moved the person down along his body, allowing himself to rise up into a sitting position. Once he was upright, Xander shook his head to clear his vision. He looked at the person lying in his lap. She was young, about his age. Her hair was auburn and fairly long. It had been pulled into a ponytail, but most of it had fallen loose, perhaps when she fell out of the sky. "Where did she come from?" Xander wondered as he looked at the sky above him. It was clear. No trees, buildings, nothing. Hmmmm… Xander glanced at the girl again and noticed her clothes were an old style, but very simple. They were dark; he knew that for sure. Her clothes seemed to blend into the night.
The girl shifted and moaned. Xander noticed her arm was in an odd position and he figured it must have been broken. "Ouch," he whispered. It appeared that his body had protected her from greater injury. "Once again, I end up being the mat."
"Brilliant Xander, she's unconscious, not asleep. It's not like she can hear you," he muttered to himself. Just then, the girl's eyes shot open. Xander felt his breath catch. She had the most beautiful eyes. They were an exquisite shade of blue. "Wow!" Xander remarked. Even though her face was covered with bruises, he could tell she was beautiful.
The girl lifted her head and squinted her eyes. "William?" her voice was barely a whisper. She looked hard at Xander and he noticed her eyes filled with pain, and something else. Something he couldn't quite place. Then she passed out again, her head falling back into Xander's lap. There was a clink of wood against the sidewalk.
Xander glanced at the object that made the sound. It was a very sharp stake. He picked it up and flipped it over as he examined it closer.
"Ummm...this isn't mine."