It was dark, and he knew on some primal level that he was alone.
Clif sat up with a grunt. He ached all over, but the feeling was distant, as though the sensation was someone else's simply shared with him. A great nothing surrounded him, revealing nothing. He sat there for a while, only now aware of just how good it felt to not feel exhausted and completely wired. Closing his eyes was euphoric. The white noise he'd known his entire life was mercifully gone for perhaps the first time ever.
And then slowly, it came back. The sound of a distant car passing drew his gaze in a certain direction. A tall streetlamp broke the void with its flickering light. Pushing himself up to his feet, he quietly wondered just where he was. He called out.
When nothing answered, he began to walk. As the light grew closer, noise began to filter in; more cars passing in the distance, muffled music, a helicopter flying over
the soundtrack of his life. Shapes began to appear from the darkness. By the t