Hi there people of Earth!

Without too much talkin'

Enjoy!

Jon was getting tired and lost. He forgot to take money with him so he couldn't take a taxi, or even buy himself breakfast or water to drink. It was getting hot, and people didn't stop to help him with directions, and he felt he got too far from Andie's home or the populated area with the travelers and taverns. The streets were narrow, like the ones in King's Landing, not that he ever entered the city itself. That's how he imagined living there would be like.

He didn't take his sword, of course. He did take his knife just in case of an emergency. Jon didn't know how to use the taser, or a gun. He also didn't know where Andie stores those things. It wasn't anywhere in her room when he entered there this morning. He looked for clothes when the cat ran out of the room. He thought Ghost is going to kill her, and then Andie will kill him. Jon looked at Andie, making sure she's still asleep when he looked for any place she might hide a weapon in, which he couldn't find. He did find his knife in her bathroom from when he tried to shave and it didn't work, then he turned to the kitchen knife and then Andie got pretty upset about it.

He gave a last glance to the sleeping Andie, who looked far more real and honest sleeping, with her guard down and her wild hair even wilder across the pillow. Jon stepped out of the room and decided to keep the door open in case the cat will want to go back into the bedroom.

Now he was completely lost. If before at the park he had a small idea of where he is, now he had none.

He did find something called 'Google Maps' on the phone but the voice kept telling him to walk this way or that way, and the map changed its direction too rapidly and Jon didn't want to go to the 'closest gas station', whatever it is, but now he was there. A weird looking place with a small shop and mean looking people.

He decided to step into the shop and ask people to help him operate the phone. He also had another phone number on his hand, and he thought it could be of help.

Jon entered the shop, that was full of things to buy-he even saw a shelf full of Kit-Kats, even a white Kit-Kat. There were many other chocolate covered treats to choose from. Next to that was a shelf full of bags with 'potato chips' and 'pretzels' and more. Jon walked to the back to find a big lighted shelf-some kind of an open cabinet-that was cold when you got closer. A refrigerator, maybe? It was full with bottles, water, juice, beer-it was all there. Jon was conflicted. He shouldn't steal.

He went to the front of the store and asked the merchant for help when the phone buzzed in his palm and Dvid Bowie, a rock god, sang, this time about a girl named Blue Jean.

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After thirty minutes of scanning the area close to my place, I decided to go to the bakery. Dakota and Karen are probably there. I can use their phones to call mine.

I went into the bakery after a long ride on my rented bikes. It was a hot day and I was breathless.

I went to the counter to face Dakota, who looked tired like hell with full make up and dark bags under his eyes. He gave me a sleepy smile. "Are you here to take my place?" He asked.

"I wish," I said honestly. "I need to call my own phone. Jon disappeared with it."

"Huh." Dakota let out a yawn. "You are pretty annoying, that's probably why. And you snore after big missions."

I rolled my eyes at the sassy tired goth friend of mine. I didn't have time for it. I reminded myself He didn't get sleep at all. "I'm going to use your phone. It's in Karen's office?"

"Yeeep." Dakota let out another yawn and pointed back with his thumb. "Good luck finding that prince charming guy." He said as I walked to the back.

"He's a king!" I felt like I have to correct him as the doors to the kitchens closed behind me.

I went straight to Karen's office without knocking, and found Dakota's phone.

"No knocking, no saying hello. What happened to your non existing manners?" Karen asked me from her desk as she did something on her computer.

"Sorry, it's an emergency." I said and dialed my number in Dakota's phone.

"Another one?" Karen asked. "You had one only yesterday."

"I think it's the kind I can take care of by myself." I said. I listened to the phone, waiting for that idiot to pick up.

"Dakota?" I heard Jon's surprised voice.

"Huh, you're holding it right." I said. "I mean, I guess you do since you sound right."

"Andie." Jon said for a moment and I could hear a relief in his voice. "I didn't know how to get to you." He said. "I fear I am lost."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, 'cause you didn't even thought about telling me you are going! Do you know where you are?"

"Google Maps took me to that… gas station. I don't even know if that's the place Google meant me to go to, but their maps are constantly changing directions and roads and the voice talked too much so I shut it down."

I sighed, rolling my eyes. "So you're in a gas station?" I tried to clarify.

"Yes."

"And do you know where the gas station is?"

"About three hours walking distance from your home, but I'm not sure if I walked north or south or west. It is so confusing. How can you navigate when you can barely see the sky?"

"Signs, Jon, signs. Some of them even have a direction written on them." I thought a little, "Can you ask the people near you where you are?"

I heard Jon asking someone and getting an answer. He told me where he is, and it was far north, and not the nicest area to be stuck in.

Oh… that's not good. I hope he'll stay away from the scary neighborhoods. "Ask for the exact address." He did as I asked him to. "Ok, I'll get a taxi. Stay there."

Jon waited a few minutes in the shop.

"If you're not going to buy anything then leave." The merchant said stiffly.

"I'm sorry, sir. I have no money and my friend asked me to wait for her here."

"No money, then get out."

Jon didn't want to fight with this old man, so he got out. He looked around at the big buildings, not as tall as the ones near Central Park, or even the area Andie lived in. He wandered close to the gas station, looking around at the brown bricks and the painting on the walls.

He got a glance at a painting of a white raven and his heart jumped a bit too hard in his chest. Could that be the gate?

The painting was on a wall in an alley. Well, Andie told him not to get too far, but he'll just go to take a short look. It's only a couple hundred feet away.

He walked there, hoping so bad that this is it. The white raven stared at him from the wall. Jon stepped closer and placed his hand on the painting.

Nothing.

He sighed, trying again and adding a pray to the old gods.

Still nothing.

He closed his eyes for a brief moment. He should go back and ask Zee for help. Maybe she could guide Andie better than she did last night.

He opened his eyes and turned around to see two young men standing in front of him. They looked hostile.

"Are you buyin' or sellin'?" One of them asked. Jon blinked, not really understanding what they're saying.

"I'm not a merchant," He said. "I was just looking at the painting."

"He looks like a buyer," One told the other.

"Could be a dealer for all I know. Those fancy ass college kids are desperate to make a living." The taller one said.

"I really am not, I was just lost." Jon took a step closer, but they blocked the exit. One of them took something small out from his pocket.

"A fucking Brit, are you? A fancy Englishman." The shorter man said and clicked on the small thing in his hand. It shone in silver. Jon kept himself from snoring. Are they calling that a knife? "You might be lost but you're lost in the wrong neighborhood. Gimme your wallet."

"And don't even think 'bout callin' the cops." His tall friend said.

"I don't have a wallet," Jon said, not a slight fear in him. Worse blades than that ran through his heart. "But I see you're standing your ground."

He stepped closer and drew out his knife. "Let me go, and no one will get hurt." He said and flipped the blade is his hand. They looked at the knife, a bit shocked but not too much.

"It looks like a toy." The short one said.

"You don't want to test it." Jon warned them in a low voice. "Get out of my way, we don't need to end it that way."

"What a fucking idiot!" The tall one laughed. The short man charged at Jon and tried to cut his guts. Jon moved away quickly pass him and knocked him down with an elbow to the back of his ribs. His opponent grunted in pain. "You motherfucker!" The short one yelled from the ground. Jon didn't really get the idea behind that curse, but decided to ignore it. He spun his knife again between his fingers, glad he didn't have to make them bleed yet.

"Let me pass." He said and heard the shorter man try to charge at him from behind. He turned quickly and punched him in his chin, knocking him down once again. His tall friend wasn't very fast to help.

Jon heard a strange clicking sound, and as he turned, he knew why the tall man was so smug even though his friend was eating dust right now.

He pointed a shiny gun at him.

Jon didn't have too many opportunities to see the guns properly when Andie shot the police cars, but he did recognize what it was. She told him those funny looking things are deadlier and more accurate than a bow and arrow.

He looked at the gun and let out a breath. "I told you I don't have a wallet. I don't have money, either." Jon said. Maybe if he'll duck and charge fast enough he'll get a chance to knock him out as well. His grip around his knife tightened. He tried to take another step.

"Don't you fucking move!" He commanded. His friend stood up again behind Jon and started to pet his pants and shirt, looking for a wallet. He did find the phone.

"You can take that," The tall thief said, "It's worth like, two hundred."

Jon felt bad for it. It was Andie's phone. He can't let them have it. It's his fault it was there from the start.

"No! It's not mine." Jon protested.

"You bet it's not yours."

Jon took a deep breath, and decided to try and charge. He can do it, it's not as if he never got shot before. By an arrow, more than one, and by one of the best archer he knew. A gun might be dangerous, but the person that holds it is what counts. And if he'll get shot, he'll bare the pain like he did all of the other times he was hurt.

It was a mistake. A very, very dumb mistake. Now he knew what Sean felt, probably, when he was hit.

The scene of Karen taking out the small bullet out of Sean's leg was going through his mind before he was hit. How such a small piece of metal can cause so much trouble?

The noise was deafening, too. That was worse than the pain that came after when he got hit in his lower left stomach.

The pain was… almost like the knives that were driven into him, but different. It was the kind of pain that was too fast for the body to feel, and he mostly felt the thick blood spreading and sticking to his clothes. Jon remembered the arrows Ygritte shot at him, the pain they caused was awful, but not like that. His body was aware of being hurt, now he was in shock.

His vision got blurry when he saw a glimpse of blue hair. A shout. Then someone hit the floor. Then another. Then Jon felt his knees giving up as he crushed to the ground.

He saw Andie kneeling beside him with her phone pressed to her ear.

"You're going to be fine," It sounded like she talked from a distance, but the soothing touch of her fingers running through his hair was gentle and close. "It's just some blood loss, nothing we can't fix. Just don't pass out, k?"

Jon nodded. His blood was warm. It's not like he never bled that much before. He did, and he died. He knew he might die soon from his wound because he got shot in such a crucial place, and then, as deafening high pitched sounds and red lights came closer, he passed out.

A/N: Well, yeah. I wanted Jon to really understand that even though the modern world doesn't have White Walkers and Dragons, it still got people.

And people can be dangerous everywhere.

So... see you later then :)

~A Girl Had Many Names~