Washington Memorial Hospital- 2300 hrs
An hour or so later, Obi-Wan sat up and peered carefully around the darkened room. There was a man he didn't recognise asleep on a chair in one corner. Other than that, he was alone. There was some mysterious presence nagging at him, something he couldn't explain. It was constant, but somehow familiar and even comforting. Nonetheless, he wasn't very tired, and he wanted to talk more. Dana and Mulder were gone, and the sleeping stranger didn't look like he wanted to talk very much. Very carefully, Obi-Wan levered himself off the bed and onto the floor. It was smooth and cold on his bare feet. The stranger still didn't move, so he padded soundlessly to the table and examined what was on it. He wasn't sure why, but he felt these were his things, and he didn't want anybody else to have them. The clothes were familiar to him, so he shed the funny things Taylor had put on him, and slowly dressed. The white cloth on his head didn't feel right either, so he discarded it. It was hard to fasten the belt buckle with no light, but he managed it eventually. The boots took more effort. He couldn't remember how to fasten the straps. In the end he gave up and carried them, slung across his shoulder. He took one last look at the slumbering man and walked out into the strange new world of the corridor. But he hadn't gone very far when the presence seemed to warn him that there was someone approaching. He dived into the nearest door and waited until a shadow, trailing smoke, passed by it. Perhaps he should look for Dana and Mulder elsewhere.
The window in his room refused to open, so he took to the corridors again, this time steps. He hoped it was taking him to Dana and Mulder. If he could work out how, he would ask who the smoky man was. Perhaps someone new to talk to?
An hour or so later, Obi-Wan sat up and peered carefully around the darkened room. There was a man he didn't recognise asleep on a chair in one corner. Other than that, he was alone. There was some mysterious presence nagging at him, something he couldn't explain. It was constant, but somehow familiar and even comforting. Nonetheless, he wasn't very tired, and he wanted to talk more. Dana and Mulder were gone, and the sleeping stranger didn't look like he wanted to talk very much. Very carefully, Obi-Wan levered himself off the bed and onto the floor. It was smooth and cold on his bare feet. The stranger still didn't move, so he padded soundlessly to the table and examined what was on it. He wasn't sure why, but he felt these were his things, and he didn't want anybody else to have them. The clothes were familiar to him, so he shed the funny things Taylor had put on him, and slowly dressed. The white cloth on his head didn't feel right either, so he discarded it. It was hard to fasten the belt buckle with no light, but he managed it eventually. The boots took more effort. He couldn't remember how to fasten the straps. In the end he gave up and carried them, slung across his shoulder. He took one last look at the slumbering man and walked out into the strange new world of the corridor. But he hadn't gone very far when the presence seemed to warn him that there was someone approaching. He dived into the nearest door and waited until a shadow, trailing smoke, passed by it. Perhaps he should look for Dana and Mulder elsewhere.
The window in his room refused to open, so he took to the corridors again, this time steps. He hoped it was taking him to Dana and Mulder. If he could work out how, he would ask who the smoky man was. Perhaps someone new to talk to?
