And waiting.
And thinking.
And waiting.
And thinking.
And waiting.
And thinking.
And waiting.
And realised that with all this thinking going on, Zac probably would have told him not to hurt himself or to stop being such a masochist or something.
The thought comforted him.
The thing was, there was no way he would be able to pick up the rock. So he had to wait until someone came along and picked up the rock for him.
Of course, it might be years before anyone would pick up the rock and he really wanted to get to the hospital.
He had also come to conclusion (so much time on your own and being left to do nothing but waiting and thinking will do this to you) that he wasn’t really dead at all. In fact he guessed that somehow the shock of the accident or something had forced his mind right into the probe he had been playing with. Which had subsequently become attached to the weird rock.
And goodness knows why that was! But hey, his whole life had gone weird since the moment his powers were triggered. Maybe he should stop expecting the normal...
At any rate, Taylor had only come up with one plan. He would wait until the next person came along (in the right direction) and put the idea in their head to get out of their vehicle and pick up the rock. He would then block the memory of ever having gotten the rock.
That was the plan any way. So far Taylor only found one flaw:
Hardly anyone traveled down this road!
The sun was shining brightly overhead when someone finally started driving down the road. Taylor imagined it was also very hot, but having lost his body he couldn’t really tell.
Taylor, in his probe-like state, shot towards the driver and slipped into his head. It was then that he remembered that he couldn’t manipulate people’s thoughts.
*Damn it all.* he fumed.
Taylor realised he now had less than six minutes to come up with another idea before this guy would be out of his range. He looked around, peering in the cracks and crevices of the drivers’ brain, searching, hoping that there’d be another way...
And then the six minutes were up. Taylor was flung back to his rock in unhappy frustration.
So close and yet so very, very far.