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All this time	By : urwhatufeel Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Savage Garden Views: 1117 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"All this time" – Part 2
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At first… he didn't feel anything. His mind, soul, whatever, seemed to have lost its way and wandered around in time. Endlessly. Restlessly…
However, after what seemed like millions of minutes, hours, days, he was again.
Not having received any instructions only hypothesis on who/what he'd find himself as, if anything, Daniel's eyes opened at once. His body jerked upwards as if he'd just awakened from the dead.
First he wasn't sure if he was seeing at all. Then he understood the colour… white, grey? His heavy arms raised and he watched as what looked like his hands reached out to touch the white stuff, failing. It was out of reach. He felt nothing, just air. The arms fell beside him.
At least he was a body…

Trying his eyes, he moved them, looking for more of his surroundings. They ached as if they had never been used before. The rest of the room was hazy… It was dark.
He tried his back, achy, but he managed to seat up with the help of his arms.
Everything around him was dim. There was a nasty smell… he had noticed it before, but just hadn't made much of it. His view clarified just a bit. He kept looking around and could see brown… brown on grey…
The smell was of something putrid… something dead.
His hands started to feel numb from holding his weight for so long. He'd been staring around himself in a mix of astonishment and conformation for a while. He wasn't very aware of time yet… he'd been out of it for long.
The sight became clearer and he understood columns surrounded him… The light was frail, if existed at all, and he could not see whether the big space surrounding had an end or not.

"Hello…?" his scruffy voice echoed all around him.
No one came to him. He was alone.
Supporting his weight on his left arm, he moved his legs below himself as to straighten up.
Dizziness overcame him and so he blindly felt for somewhere to cling to, a column, and stand still for a moment. Something wet started dripping down his fingers, down to the back of his hands. He eyed them, barely able to make out their forms. His eyes weren't cooperating… the dizziness was still affecting his vision.
"What is this…?" he mumbled under his breath, feebly.
No one answered him, as expected.
He closed his eyes; smelled his hands. He had no idea what it smelled of, but it didn't smell good for sure.
Once again, he opened his eyes and tried to focus on his hands. The feeble light that got through windows that reminded him of arrow slits wasn't enough to see real colours, but what had dyed his skin was dark… slippery…

"Blood… this is blood…!" he roared, stepping away.
His back collided with a hard object and he jumped, turning around, backing away a little.
"Ah!" His eyes wide open, "I'm in a goddamn slaughterhouse!!" he cried as he stared at the waggling cow carcass hanging from the ceiling.
He was shivering of scare and fear. Now he did not expect this…! He had landed in a bloody slaughterhouse!
As he turned around, he understood the pillar he'd touched seconds before was covered in blood.
His stomach somersaulted. The smell was unbearable and the sight didn't make it any easier.
He started to run, he didn't see anything in front of him but he started to run... He ran, stumbled, he didn't really want to know on what, and finally saw a light! Faint, but still it could only mean an exit! He ran even quicker and finally made it outside, falling down as he found no floor under his feet and rolled down a short slope.
His breathing was ragged and forced. For a moment, he had no strength to do much but stay where he was…

"Oh my!" he heard a shriek, but his body didn't respond.
It had had to be feminine.
"Are you okay?" he heard more than saw someone kneeling beside him, the dry grass crackling as the person did so.
"Not really…" he heard his muffled response, lots of dirt and grass had made it to his mouth.
His hands moved below his chest as he curved his back, and managed to turn around as to face the sky.
Steely but cloudless.

"Oh!" the person beside him instantly covered his lower regions with some kind of shawl.
It was hard to breathe, partially because of all the dirt in his face and cavities but also because it was terribly hot and damp.
"What year is it?" He had to know.
"Hey… are you really okay? Look at me… you look disoriented…!" the soft giggling voice reached his ears.
He blinked his normally blond eyelashes, now covered in dirt, and looked up to face his companion for the first time.
"It's 1993…" She smiled giggling.

Okay so… 1993… He was still with Red Edge if he remembered right… Darren got in that year. They were still living with their parents.
He had to make it to his house and get some stuff… That included smoke and money.

"Did someone dump you there? They do that all the time… you should really watch out for the guys you pick up. I know this life's not easy, but they could've killed you, you know?" the young woman smiled down at him as she helped him up.
That face… he knew that face…
His hands went down to capture the soft shawl and wrap it around his waist. He could swear he had been wearing underwear back in the lab.
He looked at her questioningly. "Who?"
She answered with a smile. "Don't worry… I won't call the police… I know it's hard when you only have yourself… Fortunately I never had to sell my body to stay alive, but I have some friends who had to do it some time in their lives, so don't be ashamed, alright?" Her piercing blue eyes met his, understandingly.
"But…!" She really reminded him of someone… but he couldn't remember who.
"Don't worry! You're not the first going there… It's quite a must really for all the men in your business around here… I guess it's because it's quiet and no one really comes here… not at night."
"You mean… you think I'm… a… hustler?" He laughed on her face. "Really… do I look like one??"
The girl looked him up and an apologetic smile appeared in her lips.
"Don't answer that…!" He looked away.
She started giggling.
"Well… if you're not a hustler… what on Earth were you doing in there??"
"Hmn… I haven't the slightest idea…"
"Look… Let me offer you a shower at my house… and some clothes…" She looked him over again. "You looked quite scared on your way out…"
"Yeah… not very decent waking up to decomposing animal remains… And I accept your offer… Hmn… what's your name again?"
"I haven't said it yet. It's Maryanne." She nodded showing him her hand.
"Daniel. Nice to meet you." He went to shake it but stopped midway. She looked down at his hands, her nose twisted in a funny, yet attractive way.
"Oooh… let's get you home first!"

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As Daniel entered the living room he noticed how tidy and simple it was. It was small, but cosy.
The girl that had come to his rescue earlier that day was setting two cups with a hot liquid over the coffee table in front of the flowery couch. She had a long dark tress and was wearing a rather provocative top, and very short skirt to match.
Once again… that feeling of recollection stroke him. And once more, he quickly chased it away.

"You didn't have to." He smiled as he stepped inside.
The young woman turned and smiled appreciatively.
"It looks great on you!" She reached over and dusted off the shoulders of the coat he wore.
"I think so too…"
She nodded. "You can keep it."
"I couldn't, Maryanne. Just until I get some of my own clothes."
"No… my father doesn't need these anymore… they're old. And you look much much better than he ever did."
"Really I… you're not swimming on money here."
"Neither are you! You have even less than I do right now. Keep them."
He didn't know how to say no anymore. So he just let it go.
"I hope you like tea."
"I do. Thank you." He sat down on the comfortable couch.
She sat beside him, handing him one of the hot cups.
"You're from here… You sound from here! But yet… you feel lost."
"I… I'm from Logan."
"Ah…!" She nodded softly blowing into her tea. "We're almost neighbours then! Do you know where you are?"

Of course. The scientist hadn't been able to tell him much but this much he'd mentioned… he'd be walking back in time… only the space would remain the same. This must mean that the hi-tech lab he'd found himself in only moments ago had been erected over and old slaughterhouse. How disturbing. All sense of cleanliness and asceticism he'd before associated with the spotless laboratory suddenly vanished.

He looked at her. "Uh… I have a slight idea, yes."
She smiled. "If you want to wait, I could drive you there later. I work in a bar there, night shift."
He smiled nodding. "Yeah… I-I think I know you…"
She grinned. "Well, you probably do if you spend time at 'Jester's'."
Recognition immediately shone in his eyes.
He knew he reminded her of someone! He'd dated her! Back when he and Darren decided to split from Red Edge and... this thought made him frown. He couldn't let himself get distracted from the reason he'd travelled all the way back. He needed to find a quick way of getting to Logan. He should accept her offer. It was the best option up until then… he didn't remember seeing any type of vehicle outside, except perhaps for that old, rusty bicycle he'd seen lying to rot outside the slaughterhouse.
But still… it was incredible! Maryanne! He was stunned he hadn't recognised her from the start. She looked the same! Of course she did… she had to be only some years younger than when he'd started dating her.
She was still a girl.

"Earth to Daniel!" She smiled beautifully.
"Sorry!" He smiled embarrassedly.
"Where were you?" Her giggle made him laugh.
"Oh just… way back… way back…"
"Ah! I see… So… do you want to wait or…"
"I'll wait, if that's okay with you…"
"Great! I would take you right now… but my father drives the car during the day… to work."
"What does he do?"
They embarked on a long chat.
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