You are walking through the streets of a urban metropolis, when suddenly you are struck by a semi-truck. Suddenly you awaken in a far off world, the scent of wonderous spices filling your nose. You arise from your bed in the dusty, sunlit room that you're in. You sit up and stretch, feeling a series of pops in your back as you glance down at your clothes. You're dressed in dirty rags that look to be used to wipe up at least one man's feces. What do you do?