She nodded. "Is that what it was like the first time? I mean, in the coffee shop?" She asked, sucking in her breath as she began cleaning the cuts on her ribs."Not really sure," Blair answered, pushing her blue-brown curls out of her face. "They kind of just keep appearing." She glanced behind her at the others, raising a brow at them. "And not introducing themselves."
Haddie looked up as a teen, homeless by the looks of him(no judgement, she wasn't that far away from her time as a runaway) fell out of the sky, carrying a grocery bag filled with-she sniffed- food. "I guess this is what you were talking about." She muttered.Ciro hurried through the darkening streets of Mexico City, toting a steaming grocery bag with pride. His shirt was torn, he was missing a right shoe, his right hand was bleeding from embedded glass shards, and he hadn't slept in three days straight, but his heart was soaring.
Señor Ruiz at the market has just given him an unexpected bonus- a full turkey dinner, complete with sides and desserts.
Oh, he was beyond excited to come home with this feast. Mama, Gabriela, and Alicia hadn't had a magnificent meal like this since last year.
And he was going straight home. No diversions. Nope.
His eyes caught a bedraggled shape emerging from a passing alley. Ciro paused mid-skip to wave heartily. Of course, if there were any leftovers, he'd have to pay a visit to Señor Velez- where'd Ciro seen him last? Perhaps at the far end of Canal del Norte. There was a comfortable bench there that the elderly señor preferred for his bed. Or maybe he should go first to Señora Abalos, or even the Esteban twins, but those boys could get their own grub if they really wanted to---
Suddenly, the air seemed to spasm before him. He should've stopped then.
But then there was a shimmering hole that his blithe run carried him straight through.
He flailed desperately and reached for something, anything to hold him here.
But it was too late. His grappling hand found purchase, but it was around a vegetative frond that broke away in his grasp. Now it wasn't dark and there wasn't a manmade structure in sight.
Eyes wide, he spun a full circle. The only familiar element was, ironically enough, the air crackling behind him as the tear began to reseal itself. He reached for the closing gap to his world, but his trembling hand faltered mid-air. Various young people around this forest seemed to be going through similar throes as they were each removed from their own realities. "¿Que solo happened?" he blurted loudly, his breath coming hard and ragged with panic. "¿Dónde estoy? Who are you?"