[With the storm scrambling his senses as well as the actual landscape (he's certain of this, as the younger version of Bear Grylls), Keith feels as if he's been wandering the forest for hours. He's marked the trees, chosen alternative routes, but still, he can't seem to make any headway.
He's in the process of scaling one of those aforementioned trees when someone calls out to him -- that's new. Proof he's not trapped in some Groundhog Day cockamamie bullshit. He turns to the inquirer, and it's someone he can't recall.
Which means very little. Keith's fairly bad at remembering people, doubly if it's something done as a courtesy or in passing. An old job may've had their paths cross once or twice, but that shock of red -- his entire scheme. It doesn't ring a bell.]
No?
[Even so, he could be a little warmer to the first discrepancy in this Alice in Wonderland-esque trail he's been on.]
the truth is out there
He's in the process of scaling one of those aforementioned trees when someone calls out to him -- that's new. Proof he's not trapped in some Groundhog Day cockamamie bullshit. He turns to the inquirer, and it's someone he can't recall.
Which means very little. Keith's fairly bad at remembering people, doubly if it's something done as a courtesy or in passing. An old job may've had their paths cross once or twice, but that shock of red -- his entire scheme. It doesn't ring a bell.]
No?
[Even so, he could be a little warmer to the first discrepancy in this Alice in Wonderland-esque trail he's been on.]