@somethinginthedirt
it's been three days since she woke up in the desert. or well, her house was in the desert. cathryn has no phone services, the television screens blank and no idea really if she was still on the earthly plane.
for the last three days she's only looked out her window, a town in the distance with very little sign of life. she had casted spells, preformed rituals but nothing. even the magic was strange here.
on the third day she had decided that sitting in her home would solve nothing, so she threw on a long skirt, a tank top and some dirty converse and left her front porch. the air was dry and hot, only a few minutes and her tattooed skin was covered in a sheen of sweat.
beside her cleo followed, also bored of their home.
the town was fairly empty and outdated. for a moment cathryn wondered if she had somehow been transported back in time.
cathryn was about to start knocking on doors when she caught a figure at the corner of her eye. it was a man---tall, around her age---walking not too far from her. his back was turned to her, so all she could see was a mop of long black hair.
quickly and quietly, she came up behind him, tugging his shirt and whipping to stand in front of him. "where the hell am i?"
