[Silent Darrow, Day 2]

[likeahero]

It's been a few hours since dawn and since the confusion and horror of the night ended. (It had taken Oliver some time before being able to say it was over, at least for a little while.) Oliver had wanted to keep going, but even he couldn't deny that he needed to rest, needed a few hours of sleep and some time to decide if he was going to deal with what the hell happened overnight.

How does one deal with the ghosts of dead friends and a murderous doppelganger?

Ultimately, Oliver chooses not to answer. They'll rest. They'll try to see if anyone else is out there. And maybe, somewhere along the way, they'll figure out what's going on and how to get home, if there's a way.

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[puckandpie]

He could be lying, I know. There's no real way for me to tell. But even if he is lying, it's me he's focused on right now, which means he's not bothering Derek.

That might be the best I can hope for.

I shake my head in response to his question. "It's like we just stepped into another dimension," I tell him. "Have you been getting attacked by people you know? People who turn into black, scaly blob things?"

[likeahero]

"No," Oliver says, letting the word trail off as he tries to picture what a black, scaly blob thing is even supposed to look like. He can't rule out anything, however, and has heard enough in the distance -- they haven't run into anything yet, at least -- to know something's out. Multiple somethings.

"Is it just you and Derek? Have you seen anyone else?"

[puckandpie]

Shaking my head again, I glance back behind me and then turn my attention back to him. "Neil's with us, too. Other than him we haven't seen many others."

The yet hangs silently, mostly because I'm not sure whether or not it would be accurate to use it. This place already seems a lot less populated than the normal version of Darrow. Or at least less populated by beings who aren't monsters.

I'm still watching him carefully, my eyes falling to his bow and then back up to his face. "Have you?"