The sounds of war. Men shouting, Odysseus giving the orders. As they fought against a Cyclops. Who roared, lost..

But as all hope was on mankind, the Cyclops grasped a massive club and WHACK... Polites was struck.

Thud Polites fell to the ground.. "Captain..." He called out weakly.

But, as everything went dark. Polites suddenly woke up. Startled.. as he quickly got up on his feet. Gazing around his surroundings. This wasn't the cave. The men.. Odysseus.. they're not here..!

And as he gazed down, his body looked fine. Healed. Polites gazed around some more. Buildings, tall, bright, too much glass. There weren't any buildings he's familiar with. Too many lights, and as he gazed at the people. What are they wearing!? Women wore no chiton. And men wore no tunics!

"Cap..tain..?" Polites spoke slowly as he glanced around some more. Was he even still in Greece? Or some other world??

He was about to walk to another area, but jumped backwards, back on the sidewalk as a car drove by fast, honking.

"Wh-what was that!?" He exclaimed, backing away some more. Now seeing so many more of those passing by. And people riding some two wheels. This place.. it was insane!