Damien

Look, waking up in a different place like your friend's house or on your own couch is understandable. Waking up in fog and on a dirt road is something completely different. Not to mention the pretty girl who's experiencing the same thing and has been here longer than she probably thinks.

She's tired and I can see it evident on her face, the bags on her clear, olive skin making her green eyes look dull, and full of exasperation. She waved to me and left the room, opening the door that had holes in the wood. Valory calls this building the Inn since it has a small dining area and rooms upstairs. With nothing else to do, I walked outside and looked at the town. It had about only ten buildings on each side. All of them are built from wood planks and are falling apart.

"So, this is really happening…" I murmured, the fog giving the area an eerie and lonely feeling almost. This settlement is a literal definition of a ghost town. I did my own exploring, and I can concur Valory's earlier statements. It's like they just disappeared or left like they were trying to get away from something-

I freeze at the sound of a voice. It was Valory's. It was melodic. I thought she was going to bed…Her voice fills the empty void we're living in. 

I listened to her voice as she sang. The song she picked reflected our situation perfectly. And miraculously I knew it.

I closed my eyes waiting for a perfect time to chime in. Her face is going to be so surprised. 

As soon as the chorus began, I started to sing, our voices meld together easily. I got on the post and climbed onto the roof, the rugged wood biting into my hands as I pulled myself up. She watched me with wide eyes, not stopping.

We sang until the song was over. A small silence passed between us, thankfully it wasn't an awkward one.

"Damien… You know that song?" She stated, a bit surprised. I nodded.

"We'll get out of here. There's got to be a way." I placed a hesitant hand on her knee. Pleased when she didn't move away. "I won't let you or myself be stuck here. I'm already getting sick of this place." I grinned. "There aren't even tumbleweeds."

"Hope so…" She murmured, cracking a small smile at my attempt to add some levity to lift the mood.

"Well can't be here forever. There's got to be a reason. You said yours happens when you dream and you're able to wake up when your alarm in your room goes off. So, you're probably not at home." I hummed, thinking of scenarios.

"And you said nothing like this has ever happened to you… So, something triggered this." She input. 

"Okay… Well, we know that we aren't physically here because we'd probably be dying of starvation at this point." I added.

"Huh… Now that you say something, I haven't been tired, hungry, or even thirsty." Valory frowned. 

"What if we're both in a coma?" I suggested.

"That could be a possibility." Valory nodded. "If we are, wouldn't we remember?"

"Not necessarily. Depending on the injury anything can do anything to our brains main systems and responses."

 "Are you a doctor, Damien?" She questioned, a hint of a tease in her voice.

 "No idea." I shrugged.

 "So, you just happen to know about our brain's neurological system?" Valory raised an eyebrow, not believing me for one second.

 "Guess so." I shrugged. Valory pulled her knees up close to her chest, flipping her long brown hair over her shoulder. 

 "Uh, where do you live?" I questioned, trying to keep the conversation going.

 "Nebraska." She looked at me. I looked at her in surprise.

 "Serious?"

 "Yeah, why?" She raised a brow. A facial expression I've come to expect. It's almost like her normal expression.

 "I live in Nebraska." I chuckled.

 "That's ironic." She smiled. "You know what else is ironic?"

 "Hmm?"

 "I swear I've met you before." She frowned. I raised my brow.

 "How do you figure?" I questioned.

 "Can't put my finger on it." She frowned, her eyebrows furrowing, a crease forming.