He spent a long night curled up in his room nursing a cut on his cheek, trembling with shock. He jumped at the crack of thunder, clamping his hands over his ears, knowing how much trouble he was in now, and feeling strange now that his medication was wearing off little by little. "Where am I?" He mumbled softly, looking around the unfamiliar room, feeling a bit light headed. A crack of lightning and rumble of thunder, the light flashing through the gap in the curtains and showing him... the cooling body of his father...
He gasped, standing up slowly, trembling. "What happened?!" He asked the air. Last he remembered, he'd tried escaping that horribly anti-gay camp in the middle of the night after sleeping with the camp masters son...
Harken...
If he was here... then maybe Harken was nearby?!
His heart leaped, dropping into the ground when he remembered that something had killed his father... He shook his head. What did it matter to him? The man had been an abusive bastard.
Quickly he gathered things, taking his fathers money and credit cards and a backpack of food and a can opener, throwing on a coat before running out into the drenching rain, hoping to all good in the world that Harken hadn't moved in the two years he'd been gone to camp...
He trudged and trudged until he simply dropped, sopping wet and exausted from litterally running nearly the entire night, barely having the energy to pull himself up under some stairs to keep from getting rained on before dropping into sleep, looking haggard and completely not himself.