Quinn was pretty sure he was going to die on this god forsaken world. From the elements. From Chaos. It didn’t matter. He just knew he was on borrowed time. After his encounter with that pathetic Captain of the Negaverse, Quinn made sure could feel no auras around him, and saw no one around him, before powering down. It was an instant regret because his clothes as a civilian were even less suited for the weather than the protection his powers as a Senshi offered.

He tried to keep to himself, away from the noise that he wasn’t used to. The honking and shouting of voices nearby had him covering his ears with his hands as he huddled partially under a bush in the attempt to protect himself from the cold. He saw others who meandered through what he’d overheard was a park. They pushed little carts and wore disheveled clothing and smelled like they’d been gutting fish for days.

But they seemed at least somewhat better off than Quinn, so he followed their lead and collected papers with unknown words on them from bins and used them as blankets. In the morning, he’d found that one of the park dwellers must have taken pity on him, and covered him with a tattered blanket.

The other problem was getting food. The same bins in which he’d retrieved the papers seemed to have remnants of what others didn’t eat, and in his attempt to keep away from the loud rush of… whatever was on the other side of the treeline, he scrounged around until he could find some-- moldy bread or… something that made him gag at just the sight of.

In his anger, he threw the discarded food back into the container before kicking the whole thing over.

Maybe it would be his pride that killed him. Or maybe, despite his head feeling like it was swimming, and his stomach protesting, he just hadn’t gotten hungry enough to eat the trash of these other people.

He hated this. Hated this place. He couldn’t even go home.

Home to what, though?

Another wave of emotion washed over him. Anger, fear, despair. He felt sick, but there was nothing other than dry heaving and stomach acid waiting. He didn’t want to think about how he got there. Didn’t want to think about his world. His once beautiful world that was now covered in ice.

Or what he could only assume was covered. He hadn’t been able to surface. He’d simply listened to whatever voice was calling him. Whatever brought him here.

He hadn’t bothered trying to talk to anyone. Didn’t want to make it obvious that he wasn’t from there. Or that the amount of trees was weird. Or the lack of water everywhere was weird. Or the buildings he could see surrounding the park.

He was probably going to die there, for one reason or another, but for now, he limped back to his spot near the bushes and tried to pull the grungy blanket around him while he tried to decide what to do.