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Scott sat on the curb along the main drag of the small city, his right hand over his mouth and his eyes slowly drifting up and down the empty street. He was hungry, he was tired and he had writer's block. Scott figured (again, just like he always did) that this was some sort of "blessing" or something, that he was here... especially since Lisey told him he had died.

He knew he should be using this time to his advantage. Meeting the people around him, spending time with Lisey, writing.

But for some reason he was just sitting on the curb, lost in his mind somewhere and absently staring at the road. Somewhere in his mind, he wondered where everyone he had met so far had gone to. He had been alone for far too long. He hadn't even seen Lisey in a day or so.