“What do you need help with?”
"I don't know where I am. This isn't my world, is it?"
She took a small sniff of the sir she could tell he wasn’t from the place “ I came definitely tell that you’re not from here” she said to him “come on…I can take you to where I’m staying till we figure out how to get you home.”
Gordon followed the hellhound blindly.
The last time he had done something like this, he'd been tortured. Though to be fair, he'd lost count of the many times that that had happened.
"Thank you." He mumbled, lost in his own little world.
He was afraid.
Leading him to the small house she stays at when she isn’t out, she opens the door for him to walk inside. “Are you sure you’re ok…? You seem like you’rere still not feeling ok.”










