Awakening

From Arispemage

It was raining. The boy opened his eyes and stared up, only to be hit in the eye by a drop of falling water. He reached up, rubbing at it with a sleeve. He was outside, he could feel the grit of sidewalk pavement beneath him, and the cool of metal behind him. He looked up to see a tall statue, black with just a hint of green, it carried pipes and wore a tunic, seeming to preside over this section of the park. Park. That's where he was, he was in the park in Kensington...
He looked down and saw a long black bag next to him that felt important, the straps felt worn smooth beneath his fingers as they curled into a familiar position. Everything felt numb and surreal as he looked around. Some things seemed almost not there at all, others shrieked at him in vibrant colors, even in the gloomy weather. There was a noise, a ringing in his head, or a siren in the distance? He didn't know. He felt as if he could lie there forever and be content, but that didn't seem to be his fortune. He raised a hand to shield his eyes as a small light suddenly popped up before his very eyes.
"C'mon kid, we gotta go!" She spoke in a strange accent, a stark Brooklyn in contrast to the British accent he would've expected. She tugged at his shirt, and he slowly got up.
"Took you long enough, what're you even doing here?" She sighed a little bit. "You're lucky you look like someone...let's get you out of here..."
She dragged him out and he followed, lost and in a daze. At the same time every footstep was a thunderous clap, and almost utterly silent. Eventually, they left the park and she dragged him into an alleyway. "And you are?"
He was puzzled for a moment. Finally, his lips began to move, forming words, sounds.
"I'm....I'm...." He furrowed his brow, concentrating. He didn't see the brief look of guilt on his guide's face before she spoke.
"Peter...you're Peter...c'mon, let's go find Wendy Peter, just like old times..." She bit her lower lip as she floated down to his shoulder ever so gently, whispering in his ear as he slumped to the ground and fell asleep once more.

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