Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up.
Flug stumbled looking around, “I was….testing out a new escape ray.” He muttered looking around road. Where was he? He reached under his bag pulling his hand way to see blood slipping off the yellow rubber material. “I should probably go to a hospital.”
“Yeah, no duh,” Carlos said with a huff, but there wasn’t any actual bite to it. He took the other man’s arm and pulled it around his shoulder. “Try to hang on to me… I’ll get you somewhere safe. What’s your name?” Carlos wanted to make sure there wasn’t a concussion to worry about, so a simple question would help him gauge the other’s condition.
The Perfect Scientist 