[Funkduder]

Michael jerked at the voice, sending a jolt of pain throughout his entire body. He looked up, seeing the traveler that he had not noticed until now. She looked Caucasian, although she may also been from the long-dead Americana to Michael. He didn't have time to look it over as he quickly took advantage of the unlikely opportunity.
"Well, um, as you can see, I've taken a terrible fall." His voice shook when he spoke. The lack of blood was getting to him.
As she approached him with an extended hand, he said, "I'd return it if I weren't trying to fix my other arm."
He was sitting up, now, feeling the pain of many bruises while discovering that there are no other broken bones, surprisingly.
"I couldn't pay you back, now. But if you help fix my arm, I would appreciate it greatly." "Why aren't I worried around her? What makes her so trust-worthy? Is she a theurgist?" Alarms went off all over Michael's mind as his pain receded a little. However, his body acted as though by Another's will. It was as though his original tendencies of cowardice and caution have been replaced by illogical trust... What is this?