Snippet #1801597

Julian abruptly set up from the chaise he'd been sleeping on. Voices. He'd heard them distinctly along with the opening and closing of doors. Someone was here. Yet where was here? Frowning slightly as his eyes, full of sleep, tried to adjust to the darkness , Julian sat up.
Where was he? Julian took in his surroundings, a small room. A study perhaps. Rows of books, a desk and a small sitting area comprised the room he was currently standing in. The only clear thought running through the kid's mind was how there were people somewhere beyond these four walls. Someone who could tell him how in the hell he'd gotten there in the first place. The moment Julian tried to remember how he'd come to be in this place his memory fogged up. As if his mind was full of white plumes of smoke.
Sighing loudly he rose to his feet. Shrugging into his jacket he looked at the heavy wooden door. Wondering what could lay beyond. Salvation, perhaps some kind of explanation if he was lucky. Slowly Julian pushed open the door, at least enough to poke his shaggy head through.
"Hello? Anyone out here? I think I might be lost." He called out hopefully. If only Julian could be sure that whoever asnwered his questions would be friendly and not complete homicidal maniacs.