"Fine by me. Though you leave the old couple's house alone. If I find out you've stolen..."
"…come back, preferably with a cooperative attitude." The words from Arya and Dana provoked a mere mumble back as Jalen continued enroute to the village. You’d think we were out of The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe with all this US stuff… Jalen punched a nearby tree, his knuckles raw upon retraction. The whole situation felt like one huge spiral, he had known for a while now that they weren’t “in Kansas” so to speak but he hadn’t ventured towards the mythical, his “power” was normal to him, he’d had it in various degrees near enough all his life but it was strong here and with the others he could feel it, that didn’t necessarily mean they were in an alternate plain but then his supposed “mother” had mentioned as much. His jaws clenched as her image floated into his mind.
Brushing past the final outlying foliage Jalen spotted the village, it was quiet, he assumed a lot of the residences had joined the mob or locked themselves away. Opportunity. His sodden clothes weighted his movement and he was by no means stealthy, he squelched to nearest building and hoisted himself up and up again into the first floor window. The haphazard acrobatics and dripping saturation resulted with Jalen collapsed, thudding the floor. He froze in his heap but no alarms seem to be raised and he didn’t hear movement. Sighing deeply he began removing his jacket, top and jeans, the latter two proving difficult and they clung to him rubbing as if a second layer of skin. The drawers around proved fruitless for clothing. Great… Of all the rooms. A GIRLS. The gender of clothing however didn’t stop Jalen from drying himself, disposing of the now wet and dirt smeared dresses in a corner of the room. Clutching the door handle and twisting Jalen made his way into the upper corridor, thinking the master bedroom be opposite.
Jalen passed the stairs as a loud crash echoed from the kitchen below, paralysing Jalen to the spot. Have I been discovered? Are people home? His heart pounded and his eyes winced. The air stilled as he listened out. Seconds passed which felt like minutes and Jalen could have sworn half an hour passed before a head appeared; a cats. Breath slide out of Jalen and he moved into the master bedroom, the chest in there contained a few clothes , none he’d chose buy if given the choice, …but beggers can’t be…
His ears pricked up to creak in the floorboards, as he lifted the stolen trousers around his waist, “Who’s there?!”