The panic didn't settle in for about an hour, when Major was unable to find Ravi anywhere, despite his best attempts at finding him. Even Minor seemed to pick up on the discomfort and the worry, whining and trotting at Major's feet everywhere he went. But even with a Basset Hound's heightened sense of smell, they couldn't locate Ravi anywhere. It's like he simply ceased to exist.
Major had heard about the sudden disappearances from the others, how they happened without warning and with some measure of regularity. And he'd been in denial for the bulk of that hour that his best friend had been the latest victim to the whims and fancies of the village.
It's only when he's doing yet another sweep of the village that he starts to notice ... something's off. He usually encountered a good amount of folks whenever he'd go about his daily routine, but .. the place feels more and more like a ghost town. That leads him to two conclusions: either everyone's inside their homes for some reason (which makes Major wonder whether or not he should be, too), or .. everyone's disappearing. Everyone except him.
Of course, his time comes, eventually. He's suddenly in the frigid, tepid waters that he remembers from when he'd first come through, the same waters that he's checked with some (secretive) frequency for new arrivals or a familiar face. He kicks with all of the residual strength in his body towards the surface, only taking in lungfuls of air once he's grabbed hold of the lip of the thing. He suspects that he looks a lot like Simba coming out of the water in that "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" montage, surprisingly long, drenched hair like a curtain in front of his face. He brushes it away hastily, making for some interesting cowlicks as he looks around.
He isn't alone in his surprise, or in the fountain.
"I guess now would be an inappropriate time to start singing songs from The Lion King," he mutters to no one in particular.
Major Lilywhite | Group 16
Major had heard about the sudden disappearances from the others, how they happened without warning and with some measure of regularity. And he'd been in denial for the bulk of that hour that his best friend had been the latest victim to the whims and fancies of the village.
It's only when he's doing yet another sweep of the village that he starts to notice ... something's off. He usually encountered a good amount of folks whenever he'd go about his daily routine, but .. the place feels more and more like a ghost town. That leads him to two conclusions: either everyone's inside their homes for some reason (which makes Major wonder whether or not he should be, too), or .. everyone's disappearing. Everyone except him.
Of course, his time comes, eventually. He's suddenly in the frigid, tepid waters that he remembers from when he'd first come through, the same waters that he's checked with some (secretive) frequency for new arrivals or a familiar face. He kicks with all of the residual strength in his body towards the surface, only taking in lungfuls of air once he's grabbed hold of the lip of the thing. He suspects that he looks a lot like Simba coming out of the water in that "Can You Feel the Love Tonight?" montage, surprisingly long, drenched hair like a curtain in front of his face. He brushes it away hastily, making for some interesting cowlicks as he looks around.
He isn't alone in his surprise, or in the fountain.
"I guess now would be an inappropriate time to start singing songs from The Lion King," he mutters to no one in particular.