The sweet night air tasted crisp, faint wisps rising with every gasp as Will laid out on the ground. He looked up at the wide open sky, winking stars staring down on him sadly in his last moments on earth.

Will had never expected to end his birthday like this, leaving early because he had had to witness the effects of his so-called drunk best friend on his very sober, now ex-girlfriend.

Walking out into the dark streets of Winnipeg, he had never felt so hurt.

Well, that was till~

He couldn’t feel his legs at least, because he could see the bottom of his shoes, all while his chest screamed with each breath. That was on account of how a few of his ribs that now jutted out through his chest sent red spreading out across his new shirt seeping further with each ragged pull of burning cold breath.

Yet the main focus of his ire was not the fact he was dying in the darkened streets. It was the two people standing in the headlights arguing about, well~

“We hit him!”

“We?! You mean You sis!”

“Throw me under the bus why don’t you, snitch.”

“Like that poor guy?”

“Wha~ Huh~ You~ Man, you suck!”

The big guy clomped closer, gesturing wildly about.

The tall woman failed her arms too, but it was suddenly getting harder to hear.

Will was starting to feel good, the pain was even getting more bearable, he was~

“BLAMO! Saved!”

He felt the sharp pain, then screamed till he felt lightheaded, looking down at his bones as they snapped and cracked, resetting seemingly on their own.

A huge syringe jutted out of his chest now, his scream rising to a crescendo till the night sky swirled and Will fell back into darkness.

“So who is he?”

Will came to with a nod, one eye blinking more than the other as he woke up.

His vision was dark, and his mouth felt like cotton.

“I don’t know how, but I don’t know.”

The air was warm, too warm and Will shuffled in his seat to rid himself of his coat.

“He’s not in the book, Thyme.”

“I know Samuel!”

Will tossed his coat to the side, the tattered remains flapping about as something under it growled and tossed wildly.

Will tried desperately to focus, still blinking till the thing popping up from under his coat crawled into his lap and curled up.

“Is this a dinosaur?” Will asked aloud.

The woman, Thyme turned around in the passenger seat grabbing his face firmly.

“That’s Dave, and who are you?”

“I’m, uh I’m Will-William. Are we gonna glaze over the fact a tiny t-rex wearing a collar is sitting in my lap now?”

“There’s over forty billion Will Williams in the Book, and he’s not one of them, he’s lying.”

“Lying,” Will coughed, “Who’re you calling a lie~” But everything that made him mad flew out the window as he looked at the guy in the driver seat. Not just as big as a fridge, he appeared to literally be the same size and shape as well, with arms that looked like dryer vent tubes ending in clamp-like graspers on the wheel.

“Oh,” Will laughed, “I did die.”

“Ha!”

Will turned around to see a floating pixel beside him shaking as if laughing.

“Naw bruv,” it said in an awful English accent, “But you bout wish you ad.”