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Just like that one time all those years ago when Jonathan Knox found himself strapped to the slab in the prison room, today he wakes up in unfamiliar surroundings. Unlike that one time all those years ago, today Jonathan Knox wakes up tucked cozily between soft blankets and a comfortable bed. It is dark, aside from the dim slivers of moonlight where the ceiling meets two of the walls, and it is warm, but not in a gross way.
Cozy. Warm. Dark. Jonathan Knox is home.
Jonathan Knox is finally home.
He moves to emancipate himself from the nest of blankets and sheets and explore his surroundings, then stops. One of his feet seems quite a bit heftier than the other. There’s not nearly enough light to see only with his eyes, so he must resort to his palms. There’s a large mass of what feels to be cloth wrapped around his right foot where, come to think of it, he doesn’t have any sensation. Not even pins and needles, not even numbness. It’s almost as if his foot was chopped off by whoever it was that found him wherever it was he dropped his consciousness… but that wouldn’t make any sense, now would it?
Nope. One, the cloth wrapping is shaped like a foot and not a stump; two, this is Wuester, New Jersey. Sure, it’s backwoods, and yeah, this is a different version of Earth than the one he used to live on, but this is still Wuester, New Jersey. Jonathan Knox doesn’t remember a single day before the fateful wake-up in the prison room, ‘Rest in pieces you Neptunian scum,’ but he knows he lived in Wuester for at least a little while before the onset of his imprisonment. It couldn’t have been too bad if he had been living there, else he’d not’ve been living there… right?
Shifting gingerly back into position, Jonathan Knox pulls the covers up to his neck and snuggles in. It is night, but it will not stay this way forever. The sun will rise, and when it does, Jonathan Knox will figure out exactly what kind of sitch he’s gotten himself into this time. Whatever it is, it can’t possibly be worse than the prison room… right?
“Right,” Jonathan Knox tells himself as it all fades away. “It can’t possibly be worse than the prison room…”
Jonathan Knox falls asleep. The woman sitting sentry in the darkest corner of the room watches him sleep for a while, just to be sure he’s back out, then lets him have some privacy. She’ll get her fill of the boi soon enough.
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Over the River
The Emancipation of Jonathan Knox
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The Fall of the Seven Earths
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