There was the odd feeling, deep down in his gut. It swirled around and around, like water being gulped down a drain. He knew what it was instantly. He understood.
It was Malina.
But what he didn’t understand the further he carried on down the hall, the worse it would get. She was strong, powerful even. He could smell something muddy. He could feel a breeze on his skin.
Kellan looked down at his feet while the floor beneath him began to slowly gain texture. Dirt grains filled around the hall. Even some sticks paltered down from the ceiling. He covered his head, slightly concerned about heavier things falling.
That’s when he peered up and saw that the entire apartment had changed. There were no more couches. No more paintings on the walls. Heck, there were no walls.
Just water.
Deep blue water. The darkest he had ever seen.
Kellan looked about himself. His blue eyes searching for meaning. Perhaps she knew he was here. Maybe she could somehow feel that an intruder was on her territory. Still, something about the theory didn’t seem right. He was almost completely certain that he was brought in by accident.
If so, where was Malina?
Wouldn’t he arrive in a place somewhere near her? Or perhaps somewhere close by?
Kellan retrieved a cigarette from his shirt pocket, and dropped it to the ground. He shaped his fingers in a “L” form, then twisted them diagonally.
Nothing.
He tried this again, and again, with no effect.
“Shit.” He spat.
Covering his eyes from the glaring sun, he circled around himself. “Where the fuck am I?”