Jake's eyes found a passing woman who didn't...her eyes passed right over him as if he wasn't there. "Please, ma'am," he pleaded. "Help me-"
The world blurred together, mixing as if multiple pains in a bowl...and Jake lost consciousness.
When he awoke, he was in..well, he wasn't sure. Lots of pine trees, though. It looked like a run-down little town.
Jake turned around, aware that he was unclothed once more. It was the same mysterious man as before...the one with the black-crowned fedora. He stood leaning against a bricked general store.
"Sir," Jake returned lightly, nervous. "Um, do you have any clothes I can borrow?"
The man shook his head. "The vision won't last long, Timewalker. It's best you not dress."
Jake stared at him as he walked over. "Timewalker?" he repeated.
The man nodded. "Son, do you know who you are?"
Jake was taken aback. "A runaway and a scared teenager. What's it to you? Sir?"
The man smiled. His skin was very dark, the color of raw cocoa, and his shadowed eyes were so light they seemed silver. "It means everything, Timewalker. How are we supposed to act if we do not know ourselves?"
Jake thought on that, biting his lip softly. "Why am I here?" he finally asked. "What am I doing here in...in..."
"Maine. Portland to be exact." The man looked up at the black and blue sky and the bloody harvest moon. "And for why you find yourself here, of all places...it is up to you to figure that out."
"What do you mean?" Jake asked quickly.
The man only smiled once more. "Goodbye, Jake. One day you shall understand. You'll know your true part in the Prophecy. You'll be bonded with a true Family."
The world spun out of balance. Jake awoke to find himself curled on the street, shivering yet in his original clothes. He looked up and saw the lady from before looking down at him with sunglasses. "You alright, kid?"
Jake got to his feet and nodded. "I...I..thank you," he managed. The woman nodded and walked off. Jake sat shakily back onto the bench and suddenly had the feeling that someone unlikely was searching for him. He tugged at the sleeve of his t-shirt and looked around nervously. Was it the man - No, of course not. He chuckled to himself, gathered his wit, and stood, making his way back down the street.