Chapter 11

As the time kept passing by Anthony started to feel his ribs more and more. He knew that fall was more appropriate reasoning for his pain. And he couldn't imagine what would've made him fall. A bump on his head indicated maybe it was ball. Or he'd hit low tree branch.

But how in world he had gotten here?

Sure, plain hit on the head couldn't do that to him. But what could then?

It was another mystery Anthony couldn't understand.

He glanced at Patrick curiously. The man looked like a frozen statue. Aside small movement that was his breathing he seemed too calm given their situation.

"Hey." Anthony spoke, his voice hoarse.

No response. "Patrick?" he tried again.

Suddenly the blonde man moved. Anthony pulled his phone closer. He didn't look good. Face too white, lips slightly blue-ish hue. It was too cold in here, for someone like Patrick especially.

"What?" blonde asked.

"I think I can manage to figure out a way to get us free. But I need help." Anthony almost pleaded. He knew he couldn't stand and though pain was now lessened he couldn't risk passing out now. What he travels again, leaving this man to die? No, he couldn't risk that.

"Okay. I'll help you with that." Patrick slowly held up his head. In the blue light of the phone he looked creepy.

He somewhat reminded him that bloke from Galaxy Line, though this one was definately more handsome.

"I know that I may not look at my best but please, staring won't make it better. Besides I thought my charm only works on women." Patrick simply stated, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"Sorry." Anthony mumbled, getting warm feeling into his cheeks despite the low temperature.

"Meh. Don't worry. I won't tell anybody." he replied nonchalantly. True, it was unusual for a compliment coming from a man, but Jane admitted it was nice to feel appreciating looks on him.

Anthony just nodded, unaware the man could sense his movement.

But he couldn't help him to admire the view. It was clear that, past the frozen pallor and weak lighting, older man looked quite handsome. And somehow supernatural abilities inherited man couldn't drop his gaze, completely forgotten the task at hand.

"Okay." Patrick suddenly spoke, getting up more swiftly than he looked able to, "You could stare later, now time to get out."