Young Writers Society

One of the first things that greeted his weary eyes was a bookstore. Seeking some sort of base - a hotel, or maybe even a campground - should have been his first priority, but he was drawn to the books lining the shelves. He patted the pocket of his trench coat. The bulge of his wallet was reassuring.

It couldn't hurt to buy a book or two, could it?

Sci sighs. “Stop, guys.”

"I should get going; I have things I need to do at home. Yi, give me a call when you've all finished up here, would you?"

Yi nods.

He shook his head. Stay strong, Maahes. He might need that money later on. It was impossible to determine how long it would take to procure the supplies needed to fix his ship, or how much those supplies would cost. Giving a final, longing look at the display in the shop's window, he turned and began to walk down the street.

She hops in the truck, heading back into town, turning on her music at a low volume. She's perhaps halfway back to her house when she catches an unfamiliar scent on the wind: a newcomer. Odd time of night to roll in. There's something off about that scent, too, something...strange. Wrong.

Curious and a bit concerned, Rowan turns into a parking lot next to a book store and gets out, watching a stranger walk down the street away from it.

He heard a truck pull into the driveway beside the book store he had just walked away from. He was struck by the sudden realization that he didn't know where he needed to go; he had never been to this town before. Talking to one of the locals would probably help.

"Excuse me," he said, approaching the truck. "I'm new to this town and need a place to stay. Is there a hotel I might be able to stay at?"

The group finishes and Edge/Sci drive off. Yi wanders around, looking for Rowan. She sees her and runs up.

Rowan turns to the newcomer, raising a hand in greeting to Yi. "There's a bread and breakfast. What brings you here, traveller?"

The question took him by surprise. He had expected some inquires about his life and identity, but such a simple question was not one of the ones he had planned an answer to.

"I'm just sightseeing this state," he said after a moment of hesitation.

"Keep your sightseeing to the town, then, especially at night. Take my advice and don't swim, don't camp, and whatever you do, don't go out into the woods at night."

"And whatever you do, don't go to the haunted house on Main Street."

"If you must go out, stay in at new moon," Rowan adds.

He struggled to comprehend the sudden rush of information; he had only been asking where to stay. He tried to mentally jot down each new warning. He feared he wouldn't remember them all. Still, he would try to follow them to the best of his ability. His younger self would have jumped at the opportunity to learn why those actions were so dangerous. Now was a different story. He would stick to their rules if it meant staying under the radar. The last thing he needed was the SGC finding him.

"Thanks," he said. "Can you please show me where the bed and breakfast is?"

"It's on the way home if you want a ride in the back," she offers; she wants to keep an eye on this one.