Curled in your fist, you find something like a compass - a wheel with clocklike hands that move in relation not to time, but to something else, something you can't determine.
You do not know where it will lead you, but right now you're nowhere, sprawled on hard ground in a thick grey mist. And anywhere is better than nowhere.
At least, you hope it is.
Your not-a-compass sparkles dimly in the gloom, and the arrows spin feebly. You struggle to your feet, wincing - you haven't broken anything, not that you can tell, but you're definitely feeling the fall. The muscles of your legs throb, and you're pretty sure you took much of the landing on your right hip. Walking hurts, but it must be done. You've never had an elsewhere like that falling, and you don't know if you'll just wake up if you wait, or if this will not end.
You think of Aaron, and you push your damp hair behind your ears, and you walk.
The fog thins a bit as you keep going. One hour? Two? You begin to wonder if Kai was right about the road home, about it requiring blood, and you begin to wonder if this elsewhere will bring you home. Your feet are a mass of blisters, and you've developed an awkward rolling gait to keep from bursting them. If you bleed enough, will this path take you home?
Where is home? Your forest-clearing cottage? Or Aaron?
The arrows spin two different ways. Which way do you go? What is home? What do you want?
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Here is a video of a kiwi on a treadmill.