The sudden gun shoots woke him up. Carlos went from being dead asleep to wide awake in the manner of three seconds and he felt sick to his stomach. The shock of gun fire rattled his bones, as if the fear of a gunshot wound was personally known to him. Sitting up, Carlos rubbed his head, running his fingers through his hair before looking around in confusion. Where the hell was he anyway?<br/><br/>Another gunshot went off, and there was a clatter on the ceiling above Carlos. Then silence. Carlos was on his feet then and looking around the room he had found himself. What was this place? He had no idea, but as soon as he spotted the staircase in the corner of the room, Carlos dashed up them. A thousand questions were buzzing through his mind, but he wanted to know where the gunshots were coming from. It was close...someone could be hurt...but why were they on the roof?<br/><br/>Carlos was taking the steps three at a time. His heart was pounding, and there was a sense in him that he could be moving much much faster than this. Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Carlos jumped up towards another flight and found that his feet never touched back down. Instead he was soaring in circles now, heading upwards towards the door that would lead to the roof. Getting there, Carlos hardly registered that he'd shifted forms. It felt natural, like something he'd done many times before.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath to calm himself down a degree, Carlos nudged the door open just a crack. The same instinct that told him he could shift was telling him now to keep low and quiet. He wasn't going to argue. What his eyes landed on first was a massive shadow, and Carlos wasn't sure if what he was seeing was reality of a dream. Was this a dragon? Maybe it was just the way the late night light was falling...still, it looked hurt... Carlos couldn't see a gun anywhere near it...maybe it had been shot at?<br/><br/>Carlos chewed his lip. The doorway wasn't that far off...Carlos opened the door another inch just to try and see the rest of the rooftop. He couldn't see if anyone else was on the roof...<br/>Carlos turned back to the dragon and nudged open the door a bit farther. He whistled softly, making it sounds like a soft sound from a song bird. Nothing too out of the ordinary right? He hugged the door, nodding to the dragon for him to follow Carlos.<br/><br/>A part of his mind was yelling question after question at him because he had woken up in the strange place and was acting purely on instinct. Carlos almost refused to listen to his rational thought right now. Dragon or not, if the thing was hurt, Carlos just couldn't sit by and do nothing. He would have a chance for question later probably. Now just wasn't the time.<br/><br/>------------------<br/><br/>Maria was still staring up at the bar marquee, debating if she dare venture inside or not. What was she going to say? That she was lost, confused and had little idea of who she was? Or and her brother was missing but she couldn't remember exactly what he looked like. Maria chewed her lip nervously, rubbing her arms although she wasn't all that cold. Looking back up again, Maria huffed a sigh. The Fort huh? That was an interesting title...<br/><br/>Stepping out from under the tree, Maria crossed the endlessly quiet street. Reaching a slightly shaking hand forward, Maria pushed back the door. She winced slightly a the new lighting, though dark brown eyes quickly readjusted. Maria continued to rub her arms, more out of comfort now rather than a requirement for heat.<br/><br/>Looking around, Maria was kinda surprised to find that the place wasn't as packed as one would assume. The bar was lit and obviously opened for business...what night was it anyway? Maria rubbed her forehead as the sharp ache came back as she tried to push the boundaries of her amnesia.<br/><br/>Walking forward to the bar counter, Maria let her eyes wander over the bartender. Was that a fox? Maria couldn't help but smile slightly. So she wasn't the only odd one here.<br/>"Um 'xcuse me." Maria said, leaning on the bar slightly. "I-I need some help. Can you tell me where I am?" Maria asked, her voice soft and gently with a slight Spanish accent.