Another World Odyssey

Elliot walked the crowded streets, his every step a part of the humdrum rhythm that shaped his life. He was neither young nor old, simply *there*, one body among many, adrift in the ocean of urban anonymity.

But then, a shift.

A brick—old, weathered—fell from the facade of the building above, tumbling toward him with a predestined inevitability.

Then, everything went dark.