Nathaniel sprinted down a dusty alley way and stopped in front of a rusted dumpster to catch his breath. Then when he was no longer dizzy from the jog he dug through the dumpster and found a worn pair of jeans with a large ketchup stain streaked across the left leg. “It’ll do,” he said to himself.
Nathaniel chuckled a bit as he put on the disgusting jeans over his dirty orange clothes. Then he turned his shirt inside out to hide the Name of the Mental Hospital Printed on the back of it.
Then, with Frank hovering not far behind him, he continued to walk north on La Cienega Boulevard.
When Nathaniel came to an intersection, every lane filled with cars honking and Drivers with their windows rolled down yelling at the street lights, which appeared to be out. An odd feeling crept over him. His heart nearly skipped a beat. Could it be? No! Why had he fallen for all of that conspiracy crap?
A Car honked and a man rolled down his window and yelled “Hey, what’s going on here?!” Nathaniel ignored him. Frank, obviously disturbed by the man, perched himself on the car’s windshield wiper and made one loud peck upon his windshield. “Damn bird,” said the man and slammed his hand on the horn but no sound came out. The air conditioner in his car stopped and the people in the intersection were silent for what seemed an eternity, then the yelling resumed, louder than before. For as far as Nathaniel could see all power was gone.
How was this happening? Was it just the irony of the situation? The thing that had gotten him into that cell in the first place was the thing that let him out? Or was it just a coincidence? Just a normal power outage, but why were the cars out of power too? Could that, that… thing that he had fallen for actually have been true?
Without realizing it Nathaniel had already started to walk down the sidewalk towards Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, to Lana.
The Hospital was now in sight. He thought about running, but didn’t want to seem too eager. A Light breeze blew in, the kind that you would feel right before it rains.
When he walked into Cedars-Sinai People were screaming like no other, Families were crying in the dark of the halls. Doctors were telling people to ‘calm down’ like there words were the most comforting things in the world. And to some they might have been. Nathaniel didn’t care.
Nathaniel then realized that Frank had followed him into the hospital. “Lana,” he shouted. An orderly said, “Um, sir, may I help you?”
“Yes, I am looking for a Lana MacHeath, I believe she works here.”
A Voice Came from down the wide corridor from a black figure shaped from the light pouring in from the door behind her. “Lana,” he whispered.
“Yes,” said the woman. Frank screeched.
“Hey, that man has a bird!” shouted a woman in a hoarse voice sitting on a bench, the woman had a cast around her arm and scratches all along her face.
Lana then realized who it was, “Oh Lord, You!” she said then ran down the hall towards the door. Nathaniel ran behind her, and then the woman with the cast yelled “Someone get him!” and when she realized that no one was going to, she ran after him herself.
The man had chased her all the way out to the parking lot. “Hey, what’s your problem?” said the woman stepping in between the two. Frank fluttered away.
“Hey,” said Nathaniel, “who the hell are you?”
“Shut up,” said the woman.
“No seriously, what is our name?”
The Woman sighed, “Star, my name is Star.”