"I'm good here," I rasped, putting my hands on my knees, attempting to catch my breath. It was well into the early hours of the morning. We'd stopped in a nearby park. I had no idea where we were. A black, iron clad fence boxed off the entire area. A stone path that shimmered wove its way around the whole place, circling off around a grey fountain. It was simple and plain, but the water that gushed from it was a brilliant blue, and its sound was pleasing to the ears.
The viridescent grass swayed in the slight breeze and it was all neatly trimmed down to a single blade of grass.
Nathan offered me a bottle of water, and I gulped the whole thing down. A few black rusted benches were dotted around the place, and I didn't like the idea of sleeping on one. In fact, I didn't like the idea of
