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There was something soothing about having a subway car to yourself. Being in a New York City subway alone was a rare luxury that was cherished by tourist and inhabitant alike, treated like a day at the spa or a box of fancy chocolates. Cecil was no exception. Sleepy eyes watched as the brick tunnels rushed by. He layed on the plastic subway chairs like a living room couch as he took the return train from the Natural History Museum.

Cecil yawned and played with his pendent. A Christmas present from his dad. His fingers gingerly rubbed around the thin Jade pendent, tracing it's circular design. He let out a breath of air, the closest he could get to a sigh in his condition. Well, Cecil thought, his dad may have put a wrench in his life, but at least he wasn't heartless. As thoughtful as the gift was, Cecil couldn't help but wonder if this was real Jade, or a dime-a-dozen trinket from Chinatown. It wouldn't be the first time. Cecil frowned, it was the thought that counts, right? He dropped the pendent and made a silent yawn, whatever, it was alright. He looked at the subway map above his head. Seven more stops until the end of the line. This was the last train, he could probably take a nap without ending up in Queens. Or getting eaten by a hobo. Or whatever.

Cecil made another silent yawn, and slept.

He woke up on a bed of dead leaves and moss, the chilly air danced around his body, waking him up.

The ********> Cecil thought as he snapped awake. His hands felt the aging umbrage as he picked himself up. He brushed off the decaying vegetation off of his clothes and looked around.

Rotting building... Dead leaves.... Something told him he wasn't in New York anymore. He was pretty sure that he was sleeping in a subway underneath the concreate and pavement landscape of New York. Cecil wasn't so sure if he was awake, a dream? If this was, it felt pretty damn real.

Cecil paced inside the decrepit building, trying to make sense of this pedicament. Okay, a dream. All of this being in some topless building full of dead leaves, was all a dream. It was either that, or he was kidnapped by some random kidnapper person and driven him... Cecil shivered, Upstate.

There wasn't anything wrong with Upstate New York, Cecil just found it incredibly boring. If you weren't into looking at trees or hiking or any outdoors-like stuff, you wouldn't like it here. Like a typical urbanite, Cecil wasn't into any of that.

Okay... Cecil straightened this out in his head, this was just some messed up dream. That's all, instead of Mars, he was in Upstate New York. Really, that's all... He smacked himself in the face.

Ow! Okay, not a dream!

Cecil paced in circles, trying to think of a reasonable explanation for all of this. He was pretty sure someone took him here, but there weren't any signs of life anywhere, no cars, no footprints, no nothing. That was, until his foot hit something. He looked down to see a old woman that reminded him of Professor Mcgonagall in those Harry Potter movies.

Oh s**t. Cecil put a hand to his mouth, Ohshitohshitohshit.... First he was stranded Upstate, now he was with a dead Professor Mcgonagall. s**t! He put a hand to her neck to check for a pulse. His fingers felt a beat, and Cecil wiped the sweat off his forehead.

Oh. Phew. Alright, no need to panic. She was alive, just sleeping, judging from the way she was breathing. He shook her gently, maybe she could explain what was going on.

Cecil's eyes widened when the woman grabbed his wrist. For the brief second he was in her grip, his wrist dangled around like a live fish floundering on the floor. He fell backwards from his crouching position and crab walked back a few feet as the lady got up.

From what she said, she had no idea where they were either. And from her accent, she wasn't from around here... Wherever here was anyway. Upstate somewhere. Definately upstate. He just hoped it wasn't anywhere in the Catskills, or Buffalo or somewhere like that, or they'd really be screwed.

Cecil rummaged through his bag for a moment, holding out a finger to say, "Wait". He took his bag of pens and his notebook, and flipped to a clean page. The mute quickly scribbled what he wanted to say to this stranger. He got up and showed her the page.

My name's Cecil. It said, And I'm just as lost and confused as you are. O_O He thought the face was a nice touch.

Cecil looked at Miss Dautry, and gave her a shrug. Duh. He wouldn't be going through the trouble if he could now would he? He let out another silent sigh and shook his head. He resisted saying "No s**t." He was dealing with someone that could be his grandmother after all. He wrote a few more words.

I said... There was an arrow going back up to where it said "My name's Cecil"

And I think we're in Upstate New York. I'm not sure. Whoever kidnapped us didn't leave a trail. Cecil was writing this out of pure assumption, To tell you the truth, I have as little clue as you do. Another arrow pointed at "And I'm just as lost and confused as you are. O_O"

Then one of us must be more drugged than the other, the last time I was awake, I was on a subway train. Cecil gave the notebook to the lady and looked around.

Well, finding civilization seemed the way to go. Judging from the building, they were in some ruin of some sort. There had to be some kinda tourist booth or something that could lead them right. Cecil nodded at the idea and followed. He took his notebook back and began following her.

((Should we just move to the town?))

Coren sighed oh this wasnt happening, She fliped the locket around in her hand before making a fists and throwing it as hard as she could into the trees near by. Ok so work was a pain she sighed work was always a pain but if she didnt work then what? She stole all her goods, that was always a plus, of course she was sure if she went to jail again it would be for a long long time. Suddenly she stoped, was it just her or was she lost. She looked down at the floor littered with leafs and pine needles, that was the same. Suddenly she was starting to panic a bit she wasnt one to panic.

But it was dark and she lost sight of the lights of the buildings behind her. Stupid late night work at Subway they never liked how she did things "this is wrong this is wrong." She growled a bit looking around picking up the pace to a jog. Of course she wasnt aware of the rocks in front and took a full face dive into the ground and all was black.

Ok so the first thing to hit her was she was not going the right way, she figured to find some freeway, some road, a sign of people. Of course not just trees, trees, rocks, and more trees. And even tho she worked at Subway she as starting to want a huge sandwich, pickles, onions, american chesse, tomatoes couldnt forget those. "this is so not helping." She wiped her mouth like she was cleaning the crumbs off and looked around harder, maybe she was just farther in then she thought?

Taking off in a run again she crashed through the trees and stumbled almost fell into what she hoped was some sort of path, it looked like something a deer would use more then a human. But it was something and right now, anything was better then TREES.