It's cold, mostly due to the time of night. You take quick strides in your walk, heading home after a particularly long shift. But you're pulled from your idle thoughts about work and what to eat when you get home by rather loud, dramatic splashing.

You peer over the railing to your left, looking down to the rocky beach below to find a man dressed in what appears to be a 19th-century outfit - a white puffy shirt and, a light cream waistcoat paired with a royal dark purple coat. He's soaked through, gasping and panting and flailing his arms in a dramatic fashion. He could not look more out of place.

"What?!" He yells, "What in heaven's name just befell me?" His head snaps upwards, catching your eye. Leopold's face lights up at your arrival, "I beg your pardon. Might I trouble you to assist me and inform me of my whereabouts?"

Instinctively, he looks back towards where he'd swam from, the lake. That glowing, inviting presence, what had it done to him? Where was he? This resembled no area he had ever seen before. The lights, the bridges, the metal contraptions speeding past with wheels... was this all a dream?