The Navigator of Unknown Skies was a decent guide. Or at least I think they were. I didn't hit anywhere familiar so I put faith that I wasn't walking in circles at least.

They were, unfortunately, also a very chatty guide. But I could live with that. In some ways it was even appreciated. I'd never be lonely with the voice inside my head to keep me company.

...Yeah I get why Infernals are all considered Nuts now. Well that and the eldritch mind warping powers.

Eventually we reached a road.

Not a trail, not a travelers road, an honest to Go-(cough)Yozi paved road.

~You recognize this?~

"Yeah they make them like this back home. Which means..." I grimaced looking down.

I'd picked my outfit to be as 'uni-time' as I could. Something that people could theoretically wear over a great many time periods, at least on casual observation.

And that had meant leather. While rarely the most common fashion in any era, humans had worn leather from pretty much the beginning to even the most modern of societies.

Not so much in some theoretical futures, but those were theoretical futures. I figured it covered a pretty wide range.

Now I could expand my dress sense immensely, which was a good thing because people of the modern era were kind of assholeish to hitch hikers.

I tugged at the shadow wrapped around me and sort of... shook it about a bit, reconfiguring it into a more sensible set of light blue jeans, white T-Shirt and Malfean green sweater and good old stompy hiking boots.

Much better. Now I just looked like a hippy turned hipster. Which while annoying wasn't nearly as threatening.

Which meant someone might actually give me a lift.

Excellent.

~You know if you invested more in survival and stamina you could probably walk to civilization~

"I'm sorry I can't hear you over my literally god like unarmed ability," I snarked back rolling my eyes, "I get it. I overcommitted in my reformation. I'll work on getting myself up to standard when I get the chance."

~Well as long as you know your mistake.~

"In my defense, I was originally pretty sure I was going to either hatch into a dangerous situation or one where I could get to Malfeas pretty easily," I frowned.

~Fair enough.~

"Now quiet down. I do not need to look like a basket case while trying to get a ride to the next town," I told my demonic compass.

~That hurts boss.~

I rolled my eyes, "You know I didn't have to invest in keeping you intact either."

~Right, right, shutting up.~

It was only a few minutes before the first car moved raced past. I heard it coming, turned around and gave the iconic thumb out gesture requesting a ride.

They zipped right past without as much as slowing down, but I did pick up a few things.

US plates, that meant I was somewhere in America. Not ideal, but better then it could have been. The car was an older make but not that old. Something made in maybe the early to mid nineties. It had also looked old, so that meant I wasn't far off time wise from where I had originally come from.

Maybe I was back in my world?

Huh... that would be a switch. I doubted it. I mean the...vision I experienced on hatching implied pretty strongly otherwise. It wouldn't be the first time the Yozi had lied to their chosen but what would be the point of it?

I continued walking down the road for some time before another car passed by. The road was surprisingly slow for what looked like a main road in the middle of the day. Maybe it was a holiday or something?

It was on the third try that I lucked out.

But the vehicle in question wasn't a car.

No, it was a truck. A big one, one of those huge semi-trailers, and one that looked to be loaded down with something by the way it was moving.

As I raced up to the cab after it slowed down I gave my best grateful grin, "Thank man, you saved my bacon out here."

"I bet," Came the response. The man inside was a pleasant looking fellow, older and a bit pudgy with skin a well worn chocolate brown, and eyes that had a bit of a smile to them. He was dressed in jeans and a button up cotton shirt that combined with the cap gave him an almost stereotypical look for a trucker.

He motioned me in, "Climb aboard!"

I slid in gratefully, "I just need to get to the next town," I told him.

"Headed to The Bay?" he questioned me.

I blinked in momentary confusion, "Actually I'm kind of lost," I admitted.

He sighed, "Yeah, that sounds about right. Not a lot of people heading out here intentionally nowadays."

"Problems?" I asked.

"Oh just the usual for the coast," He waved off.

"Well the sea doesn't sound to bad a place to me," I mused.

"Huh?" he asked.

"I'm sort of on a journey of self discovery," I explained. It was even true in a sense.

He smiled approvingly, "Good thing to go on for a young man your age."

"Hope so," I replied as he started up the engine.

I waited until we were out and moving before interrupting again. There was no traffic around, but if he did have a full load, then dealing with the momentum might be something attention requiring. I didn't know, I wasn't a trucker myself.

Still once we did get moving I took the opportunity to fish for a little information, "So... The bay?" I questioned.

"Brockton Bay," he named, and shock shot through my spine, "Used to be a major trading hub for the region. Still is, even if the shipping dried up."

"Brockton Bay," I repeated working the words over. Surely it could be a coincidence?

Somehow I didn't think it was.