It was my first time being teleported like that and I really hoped it would be the last. Even if it had been a completely stress free situation and it was to do something nice and positive, I still would have rather walked or hoped through a portal in a wall.
Instead, I spent what felt like an eternity trying to not let my insides become my outsides while a little boy, who looked uncannily like me when I was a kid, watched me with wide eyes.
Eventually the need to hurl (and the need to stop myself from hurling) disappeared and I sat down heavily on the ground with my head in my hands. I really wanted a hug from you right then.
"Are you okay?" asked the little boy.
I looked between my fingers at him and considered my options and decided I didn't really have any. If the kid could chuck me across space like that then he could likely do just about anything.
"I'm fine," I replied. I dropped my hands then held one out. "I'm Misha."
