33: Lost in Time

N A T A S H A  J O H N S O N  W A S  still admiring the strange landscape with her arm still around Lucas’s lean shoulders when a voice came out from across where they both stood.

Turning her head to the left, Natasha’s blue eyes were then looking at a thin, dark-haired boy and was shorter than both her and Lucas. He looked to be about around twelve to fourteen years old and just like Lucas—as Natasha noticed—was clad in a similar apparel of a loose pasty white shirt and brown rumpled pants.

“You’re awake!” the boy beamed and Natasha caught his inflected accent.

“Yeah,” Lucas responded, introducing Natasha to the boy. “this is Sang.” -“Hi, Sang,” said Natasha - “he’s the one who found us when we-we. . .got here.”

“Already walking,” said Sang, his light brown face still beaming, looking at Natasha, “that progress very good.”

Natasha then turned from Sang t