The TV Works, but the Clicker is Broken - Chapter 3

 THREE

“Energy is always moving and always changing”

After running for what seemed like hours he finally came across a river and a dock. The river got more and more shallow as he walked closer to the dock. There was a slender cloaked black figure by the boat. A thick mist started to grow closer to the docks as he walked closer to the boat. There was less and less water in the river with each step.

"Coin?" Said the man with a shadowed figure next to the boat. 

"Must be in my other pants." Matt looked down and sarcastically pointed to his pantsless hips.

"With no coin, I can not take you across the water." The boat man said. He looked at the water. It didn't look very deep. He could probably just walk.

"Most people have to swim, but it looks like no one mourns your loss." The boat man chuckled to himself. "What's your name, lost soul?"

"Me?" Suddenly he heard every angry teacher, parent or boss that he'd ever dealt with in his entire life all screaming the same name "Matthew." he said confidently.

"Well, Matthew. Good luck on your walk, I hope you make it to the Crimson Bridge before the Hellhounds find you." Matthew wanted to ask what a Hellhound was but he turned around to find the boat man, and his boat had disappeared into thin air. Matt walked off the dock and started to cross the shallow river.

The fog was so thick he could only see a few steps in front of him. He hoped he was walking in the right direction. If he'd been in a boat, at least he would have a guide.

The man at the docks had mentioned a bridge. Maybe he was supposed to find a bridge, all he needed to do was find the other side of this dried up river. He looked at a firm step in front of him before the fog suddenly fell.

There was rubble on the ground and water started to flow in from the side knocking him down and into the now fast running river.

Matt was swept under the water and then spat out on top somewhere further down the river bend than before. Trees and stones on the side of the river flew past him. He must have been going very fast, but where had this water come from all of a sudden? The water around him was very bright, and it had a different viscosity than usual river water. He wondered why. His wandering was cut short when he accidentally hit his head on a low hanging branch and he passed out and sunk into the river.