A/N: Just a drabble about the awesome Dash X.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eerie, Indiana.
It's dark. A voice in the back of his head tells him to open his eyes. He does, and the darkness is lifted. He looks around, taking in the old wooden structure that he's found himself in.
He's sitting on a hardwood floor, in a sleeping bag, wearing a ratty set of clothes. He looks down to his hands where they lay in his lap, and finds the backs adorned with a plus sign and a minus sign, dark black against his pale skin. He stares at them, his mind racing. Wondering.
Who is he? Where is he? And why?