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He didn’t know why the sky had become angry, but he knew that it made him feel very uneasy and he didn’t like it.
The rain was now streaming down his body, which caused him to notice the angry, swollen cuts and pricks he earned walking through the cover of the forest to this isolated place. He could only assume that he’d done something wrong while walking to cause him this unpleasantness, but he was unsure exactly what.
Regardless of how the wounds came to be, he owned them now and they were causing him some discomfort. The only positive he could see to his current circumstance was the cooling effect the sky water was having on his abrasions.
Without knowing why, he instinctively closed his eyes and tilted back his head while opening his mouth and let the rain fill it. He was thirsty, very thirsty. He not only understood the concept, but realized that he knew a word to describe the sensation.
“Wow,” he said to himself. “Maybe I’m not completely blank, after all.”
His attention returned to the odd structure and he decided that it would be best to approach it slowly and cautiously, so he crouched low and began to move forward to one of the see-through openings.
His apprehension waned as he closed in on his target. He turned around and leaned against the side of the cabin, and that’s when it happened.
A blinding flash of light overtook his vision and he caught a momentary glimpse of the inside of the building, its layout and contents as well as the sole occupant of the property. The vision was gone as quickly as it appeared and it left him unsteady.
He wasn’t sure what had just happened, what he’d seen, and definitely not what it all meant. The only thing he knew now was he had no fear of the cabin any longer and that he could find not just refuge but warmth and safety within its walls.
He began to realize that everything he touched gave him intimate knowledge of the object, not just its form, but the actual physiology of the item. At this epiphany he began groping along the ground and was mesmerized by the grass, weeds, rocks, and assorted debris along the ground near the cabin.
A bright flash filled the sky and he was jolted out of his reverie when an equally loud crack of thunder followed causing him to jump and hit his head on a low-hanging branch.
He grunted in pain and staggered a few feet before tripping over a particularly large, twisted root from the same tree and fell in a heap near its base gashing his naked shoulder on its coarse uneven bark. He stayed down for a moment trying to regain his bearings. After having become so intimately acquainted with the tree, he was aware that all of this was a fantastic accident.
“When trees attack,” he said, chuckling to himself.
He wasn’t exactly sure why he had that particular thought or even why he knew it was funny; he just knew. Still not knowing who he was, it was becoming increasingly apparent to him that he was absorbing information or at least he was formulating a sense of not just his surrounding but civilization. This realization nearly made him forget the throbbing wound on his shoulder as its bleeding had slowed to a mere trickle. The pain proved to be very sobering and renewed his focus to seek shelter before this new world threw something else at him.
He slowly made his way carefully back to his position against the cabin’s north side so that he could get a better look into the dimly lit room. Fortunately, the roof provided some cover from the rain, but little else. He eased from his position and began to lean his head in front of the window to get a look inside.
He already knew she was in the cabin from the jolting vision he’d had previously, but it was just a glimpse and so quick that he wasn’t prepared for the vision he saw sitting in the tattered, over-sized chair.
She was like a doll sitting in the chair, her legs curled up tightly underneath her for warmth and a blanket pulled up to her chin so that all he could see of her was her face. Her brow was furled as if she were deep in thought, but he could see the fear in her eyes and the pull of her lips as she grimaced. He knew she was afraid.
“Why is she so distraught?”
As he continued to look in the window, a bolt of lightning struck a tree in the distance lighting the sky behind him.
With that flash of lightning he had cast a silhouette in the window and she saw him.