{Woke up disaster}
By all fuck, this was indeed a disaster. Alone, no sign of Stephen, Cara, or Alex and no contact with them or TIM. Shirt covered in blood. With an annoying drumming sound inside his head. He was also pretty sure he had a concussion or something. No idea where he was or how he'd come to be here. And yet, no one he'd spoken with so far seemed aware of who and what he really was, so it wasn't as bad as it could be. Still, Sam found the situation entirely unacceptable. He'd tried calling for the others already, but it couldn't hurt to try again. He stopped along the path, slipping his small hand-knife in his pocket, and looked up toward the sky, focusing on his friends' faces. "TIM?" he called, both mentally and aloud. "Stephen?" and then he focused on one face in particular."Alex?"