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It was hot with the summer sun beating down on the Earth, Danny had yet again come to this plane of existence to get out and have some fun. The fabric of the universe would be fine without him watching over it for a few days. Once he had gotten there, having opened the door of a small diner in the middle of nowhere, he thought it might be fun to go for a drive since he had not done that for a while, walking out of the shade and the diner at the same time he calmly walked over to a car and opened the door. It was not his but that did not really matter to the interdimensional god, the consequences of his actions rarely had any effect on him since he barely understood humans at all.

Driving was nice, especially with how long it had been since he had done that last. On the horizon he saw the small figure of a human, at this distance he could not tell if it was a man or a woman but that did not matte, he would give them a ride to wherever they wanted.

Once he got close enough to see that it was a girl he slowed to a stop and pulled over to the shoulder of the road and rolled his window down. Sticking his head out he yelled, “I’ll take you wherever you want to go.” This was the first time he had spoken and he realized that he had made his voice nice and smooth with a slightly more gravely sound to it than usual.

I hate wandering around, Sachin thought. He preferred to sleep. But he had recently been mugged, and when he woke up, his coat and wallet had been stolen, along with his backpack, gun, and sketches. The rest could be replaced, but he really missed his sketches. He had liked them and spent lots of time on them,

Bloody muggers.

He walked along, the sunny weather and heat not bothering him. He had grown up in Bombay and LA, so he was used to heat. As he was walking, he saw a young girl asking for a ride, and a man agreeing. Sachin realized he could get back to civilization. He had hitchhiked many times before in India, and knew how it worked. "Hey, can I get a ride too!?" he yelled, running up to them.

Danny heard the other person call out, the boy wanted to know if he could ride along with him and the girl. That did not sound like a bad idea so Danny waved to let him know he could jump in the backseat and said, “Yeah, jump in buddy.” The girl got in the passenger seat and introduced herself, something Danny had forgotten to do. “Hey my name is Danny, Danny Graham,” he said to the both of them with the same deep and smooth voice he had used before.

Quickly looking in the rearview mirror and at the boy he realized that the boy looked as though he had been roughed up a little. “Are you okay,” Danny asked the boy with a quizzical glance over his shoulder, taking his eyes off the road for a brief moment.

Sachin got into the truck. "Some muggers decided to help me out by relieving me of my cash." he grumbled. "I wake up on the road, unconscious and without any of my money, and more importantly, my drawings."

"Name's Sachin. Nice to meet you two." he said. "What are you guys doing out on the road?"

“I’m just out driving,” Danny said, taking his eyes off the road to look at the girl he was talking to, “I think I’ll stop at the next door or something.” Danny knew he would drive until he got bored but that was a given for him, although these two should keep him interested for a little while to say the least. He saw that the girl kept her bag close to her but Danny paid it no mind and just continued to drive into the horizon.

“A better question would be; what is a pretty girl like you doing on the side of the road?” Danny asked this question with no emotion in his voice. He was not sure what was in her bag but Danny had to be careful since he was in the real world and was very vulnerable here. Not to mention there were no door for potentially miles around.

This was not his best thought out plan.

"I'm fine." he told her bravely, despite the fact the throbbing pain in his head offered a considerably different opinion. But there was no way he'd tell a pretty girl that. If it'd just been him and Dan, he'd admit it easily. "Chicago, huh? Not exactly the safest place. Bunch of gangs and superhero fighting going on there regularly. And those Black Knight guys too. Not totally sure if they're good or bad." he said. "But I guess it's safer than New York." He chuckled. Everywhere was safer than New York, yet NYC was the largest city. Funny that.

"I'll go there as well. I need to get to some civilization, have some food and then make sure those muggers can't get any money out of my account." he said. He had had a credit card and debit card on him when he had been politely relieved of his cash.

“Really,” Danny said with more than a little shock in his voice, “I just took this car from a diner about an hour or two back and there were at four other cars.” He had forgotten that taking things without asking was bad in this world. It was not the first and most likely would not be the last, and that usually wound up getting him in trouble. Danny was not a bad person he just forgot things very easily that he did not find interesting.

“Which way is Chicago by the way?” Something else Danny was usually quite horrible at was geography, although that rarely got him in a lot of trouble.

Sachin chugged the medicine down with the water, and sighed. "It does feel better, thank you." he said with a grin. A sign passed them saying "Chicago suburbs-sixty miles." Sachin smiled again. "Not too long before we arrive."

He turned to the pretty girl up front. "Why do you need to get to the windy city, if you don't mind me asking?" He was getting bored quite quickly in the backseat, having nothing to do. "By the way, would either of you have a pencil and paper by any chance?"

Chicago. Should be interesting to go to. Sachin had never been to Chicago, though he had planning to. Guess that this was his chance to check it out.

"Thank you." Sachin said, taking the pad and starting at the back as she requested. In order to pass the time, he started to draw. "I'm on the road because I was traveling around. I draw and write comic books, you see, and I generally travel around the world getting inspiration so I can get the monthly issue out. I believe I have got one of the best jobs ever." he said with a happy grin.

He took the cookie as well, and started munching on it. "So you're looking for your parents? How did you track them to Chicago anyway, or is that a personal question?" he asked. The Indian was a bit disappointed she grew up in a Catholic orphanage. That probably meant she was growing up to be a nun or some sort. Sachin's proud and clearly extensive knowledge of how what Catholic girls did came from television and an inherent sense that that was how stories went.