Billy was a good looking, 18 year old, all-American college student, just trying to make his way through his first year of college when fate intervened in his life. On his way to class one morning, running the mile from his cheap, flop-house dorm to his Intro to Biology class on the other side of campus, he tripped on a piece of broken pavement and hit his head as he fell, trying to take the turn at Johnson and first street faster than he should have. For a moment he felt a sharp pain and a flash of light, and then all went black.
He awoke to darkness, which was strange because his last memory had been of running to class late in the morning. Also, before he'd fallen he'd been running through the old, disused part of his campus, with all the dilapidated and crumbling buildings with their damnable cracked sidewalks setting the scene. Now, however, he was in what looked like a cardboard box from what he could discern from the very weak, yellow-light coming from a street light across the street from the open-end of the box.
It must have been a refrigerator box as it was long enough to shelter all of his form and then some, and from the wet-cardboard and mildew smells, it'd been outside for some time. He noticed two things then. First, he was covered by an old, wool blanket, which also smelled quite moldy, but had kept his body warm. Second, under that blanket he was stark naked...
He began to panic then, trying to figure out just what had happened to him, but pain ripped through his skull then, a sharp, tearing pain unlike any headache he'd ever known. He closed his eyes and just concentrated on the throbbing pain in his head and after awhile it went a way. Opening his eyes again, he slowly and calmly looked around the box for any clues as to what had happened. He pieced together that someone else normally occupied this box, judging by the old greasy pillow he'd been using, the moldy old blanket, and a small thermos near the door. He next noticed that outside it was raining gently, the misty droplets shining brightly in the weak street light.
Just then he noticed someone approaching the box from an alleyway that the box opening faced. He laid back down on the greasy pillow and pulled the blanket back up to his chin and closed his eyes, not knowing who was approaching, but determined to pretend to be asleep until he could work-out what was going on.
The person Billy had seen slowly shuffled their way to the box entrance, then grunting with the effort, bent down and crawled into the box, which was just wide enough for two people to lay side-by-side.
Billy opened his eyes just enough to make-out the silhouette of a person with long, wavy hair and a thick trench coat. Then the person began speaking in a language Billy couldn't quite place but figured it to be Spanish, and judging by the voice, he further believed the person to be female, but older as the voice was scratchy and husky in a feminine octave.
He felt calloused and dirty fingers touching his forehead and he winced when the fingers gently probed the area on his head where he'd hit the pavement. The woman laughed slightly and then sat back on her knees, her hand patting his chest as he opened his eyes and sat-up on his elbows.
