His head hurt like nothing else in the world, and it took him several seconds to finally get the slightest glimpse of relief.
But it took him several minutes to become able to get up without feeling the word revolving around him like a yo-yo.
It wasn't until Kurt stood up, though, trying to shake off the pang of migraine with everything he had, that he realized that the streets, houses, buildings, everything around him, was completely deserted.
There wasn't a single living soul around.
Where he once, just a few minutes ago, if he wasn't recalling it incorrectly, saw children playing, parents paying attention to them, passersby walking down the streets, and all other kinds of human life going on, there was nothing to be seen, but empty places.
He walked, aimlessly, through the deserted streets.
He picked up a popsicle from one shop, a cookie from another, and even a cup of coffee that was on the outside table of a cafe.
