The beginning.

Lance woke, but his eyes didn’t snap open. He let them drift open cause he didn’t feel like moving. He was comfortable. He tried to remember how he had ended up on the carpet in his room, but when he realized he wasn’t in his room, he sat up and looked around. The area he was in was covered in a thick fog. Was this Inaba? But it hadn’t rained recently. Or had he been out that long. Surely his parents would have woken him up after a couple of days. He was beginning to panic. He leaned forward and pushed himself to his feet. As he did he noticed his bag and a long wrapped tube sitting a few feet away.

Then it all rushed to his mind and he fell to the floor as a headache throbbed hard in his head. He had been at Mitsuo’s house. Mitsuo wanted Lance to come over with all of his weapons. When he found out what Mitsuo wanted with them, he turned to leave, he got out side when…when. Then what had happened? As the headache pounded on he tried to remember, but as hard as he tried, whatever had happened was gone. He looked at the floor that he was now seeing for the first time. It looked familiar but that wasn’t important now. He had to figure out how to get home.

Once again he got to he feet and walked over to his things. His bag looked simple and small but in fact held quite a bit. He opened the bag and spilled out his contents to make sure everything was in order. He counted everything and was relived to see he still had his 5 knifes, 2 of them a butterfly, 3 daggers, and a set of 2 swords one known as a Kadachi and the other a Wakizashi. He had other bits and bobs, and MP3 player, headphones, DVD’s, Mangas, and a log book with his pen. He then realized that his Cell phone was nowhere to be found in his bag. He checked his pockets but to no avail. He got to his feet and walked around. He found it lying a few feet away. But on picking it up he looked at the battery only to see a small red bar. He didn’t even get to sigh in frustration when it flickered, put up a small picture of a battery with X eyes and a tongue sticking out before it turned off completely. He was now lost. His phone was his last hope against the fog. He would now be moving forward completely blind.