Will had no clue of where he was driving to. He just grabbed his stuff and decided to go on a roadtrip alone. Completely alone.

He's pretty sure he's somewhere out of America now, a lot of tourist points around reading "Welcome" to names he wouldn't remember.

It's been hours, hours and hours, he's just driving away from everything, leaving it all behind for some days and them he would suddendly come back and say it was a personal problem.

"I have to know where the fuck I am.." He mumbles as the car slowed down, grabbing his phone to check the google maps.

He's somewhere in the Balkans. Great.

He wasn't even sure if he had brought enough stuff to stay in there for more than 3 days.

He shakes his head and keeps driving.

Until he notices that he's in some kind of small village, on a dirt road.

Is he just not looking to where he was going? Fuck, he knows he's gonna end up lost somehow.

He tried to make the return, but then the car stopped suddendly, the engine making a weird sound as it shut down.

"Just my luck.."

He huffs, getting out of the car and trying to see where the fuck he was, only to be met with a people far away, dressed in old clothing, giving him strange looks. And people whispering. And people staring a little too much at his car.

And those people didn't speak english at all.

Did he time travel? He's getting some kind of déjà vu.