Sorry for everything being so short..I haven't had as much Time as I'd like to work on stories...that and writer's block....you know..it's distracting...

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Light everywhere, surrounding me in all sense to the point where I could taste it and hear it. Then there was nothing. Then slowly, ever so slowly so that it seemed to creep in backwards a blackness overcame me and then sounds ever so softly filtered in until the cautious brightness that always permeated in a gentle orangish yellow light through my closed eyelids revealed itself.

"Ugh...what happened" I groaned vaguely remembering something about a smug looking cat and hoped to some foreign deity that I hadn't landed on anything important when I had fallen. Yes I figured out that I had sometime during the light, darkness, and regaining my senses fallen. I was now lying sprawled out on my back on something just a little bit soft telling me that I had definitely not landed upon the cement flooring of the storage room that I had mercilessly been locked in.

Wait....go back. Light filtered in through my closed eyelids. Since when had the light been turned back on?!?

Those same eyelids flew open in astonishment to peer at a near perfect blue sky with two annoyingly fluffy white clouds perched in it. Without moving my head yet I could lightly see the faint forms of towering trees and the hovering form of some kind of bird, maybe a hawk I thought, I had never been too good at telling species from close range let alone the distance there was now. Alright, now how did that happen? Since when did I get outside and since when did we have trees?

I sat up which was a mistake because my head started to spin in a way which I can only remember having had once when I had been sick for nearly an entire summer. I certainly didn't want to be here, where ever here was, at this moment as I held my head for a moment resting my forehead upon my upbent knees. Okay, I could breath again and slowly lifted my head to get a better view of my new surroundings. I was sitting in a meadow, surrounded by trees and after a bit of looking saw what might have been a game trail in a break in those trees. All in all not much help and I was still left curiously wondering how on earth I had gotten here in the first place, there weren't even any parks with this many tree in a 20 mile radius of the theatre. So it came back to my first question, where in bloody hell was I?

I don't like being lost. I don't like being lost, it was almost as bad as puppets but puppets were just creepy and wanted to steel my soul while being lost held a whole new set of problems, mainly it made me panic faster and made me want to cry (not that crying ever did anything to help).

I just still didn't like being lost. Somehow I think it all stemmed from my separation anxiety when I went into kindergarten because unlike most little children I had never gotten lost in a store, I always made sure that my tiny hands where cemented to my mother in some way shape or form usually the form of hanging on for dear life to the back of her shirt. I had always been a clingy little kid and didn't like being separated from people or going places alone. To this day the only place I ever really went to alone to was the grocery store to buy food. I didn't shop alone, I didn't go out to eat alone, and I generally didn't go anywhere else public alone.

So all in all my situation was not good and with the way I saw it I had two real options. Stay where I was and hope against hope that someone would happen by and tell me where I was, or I could wonder around looking for some sort of sign of people until I either found it or it got dark. Neither of them looked pleasant and either way I had to either find shelter or interact with strange people. So guess which of the smart ideas I chose? I lumbered up from my position on the ground and was about to head off towards what looked to be a game trail when I noticed something else. Whoever had brought me here had also brought my bag with me and now at least I had a bit more to use than what I had first thought. I now had some food with me and a bag that I could put anything that seemed edible that came across, also I now had my jacket for if it got colder once darkness started to fall, a box of matches, a small sewing kit, and lastly I had a sort length of rope (yes I carry rope in my shoulderbag, quit raising that eyebrow) that I could use to help hold an erected shelter together. In addition to all this, I realized then, I also had the continence of my handy dandy batman utility belt, flashlights and knives were a definite plus. All quite helpful, and even if it wasn't it made me feel a little bit better to know that I still had my sketchbook with me. Remember that separation anxiety? Well my sketchbook is a bit like a security blanket, I keep it with me at all times. Where I go it goes too. It's been to over 20 states and three different countries and now where ever we were. So yes I was now a bit happier. Anyways I of course picked it up and hefted it over my shoulder then set off again fallowing the well worn path and hoping against hope that I found someone (though part of me prayed that I didn't because I was never that great at interacting with them).

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