The smell of rich stew filled his nose and his stomach grumbled. Laying still for a moment made the pain in his back subside slightly, allowing him to concentrate on her voice. She sounded like a human, and now that he wasn't looking at her the illusion of her being normal made him calm down a bit. His breathing slowed and he broke into another fit of coughing, his throat now sore and raw.<br/><br/>Looking up from his position on the floor, he saw the small bowl of stew, but forced himself to sit up, back against the wall where his head was in a position so he could see the girl across the room. He stared at her, knowing it was rude, but he couldn't help it. It was like something out of cartoons or fiction sitting there before him, reading a text book like a regular teenager. She seemed normal, besides the fur, ears, nose and that tail. He found himself staring at it now, sticking out from under the backrest of the chair she sat in.<br/><br/>He started coughing again, this time his hand going to his mouth, it came away red but he quickly pulled a tissue from his jacket and wiped it off, hoping she didn't see. He still didn't know what happened but he had never hurt so bad before in his life and must have fell at least two stories into those boxes. All because that girl pushed him.<br/><br/>"That bitch!" he muttered, then put his head against the wall, "This is all her fault." Opening his eyes, he looked at the girl across the room, the initial shock of what she was almost gone. It didn't look like makeup or prosthetics either like you'd see in the movies. And he was sure no one would spend that kind of money and time on playing such an elaborate joke on him for no real reason. The only explanation left, no matter how improbable, must be the right one. He wasn't on Earth anymore and she wasn't Human at all.<br/><br/>"Hey." He spoke up after he got the breath, "What's your name?"