Chapter Two:
There were only three things Aspen knew for sure. His name was Aspen, he was in someone else's house and there was something important he couldn't remember. It had something to do with a big, green, talking snake and his brother, Quill. But that wasn't important now. What was important was finding out where he was and how in Sam's godforsaken Hill he was going to find Quill. Aspen drifted from room to room, touching things and wishing he knew where he was.
Living room, bathroom, bedroom, kitchen. The kitchen was Aspen's favorite part of a house. That's where all the food was kept. He drifted into the room. It had a tiny island in the middle of it with pans hanging over it on a rack. The counters were polished granite and Aspen could see that something had spilled behind the island. Tomato juice, Aspen thought. There were tiny cards with numbers all over the place. Aspen was only focused on the gleaming white rectangle on the other side of the room.
The fridge.
Aspen crossed over to the refrigerator and opened it. Whoever owned it must have been loaded. The fridge was packed. And the vegetables and fruits were actually sorted into their respective drawers. Aspen pulled out a pie that had yet to be cut, reasoning that the owner of the house wouldn't mind much if he was hospitable and if he wasn't…who cared what he thought? Aspen looked around for a knife and found one when he noticed the red underfoot. Someone should really clean up that tomato juice…