It'd been a pretty confusing week for Snufkin. A weird dream in Moominvalley turned into him waking up in a completely different place - lacking the usual greenery and forests that he was used to. It was reduced to something he thought looked disgusting - full of concrete pavements, weird cars and a constantly grey sky, devoid of life. Disgusted by the view of the things around him, he retreated into what he liked - which happened to be a slightly secluded spot in the park near your house, pitching up his tent and spending a few days there, not leaving. On top of that, people gave him weird stares, like they knew he wasn't from here or something. On a particularly murky day, he was laying inside of his tent, pondering. He pondered, like for the few past days, how he got here - just a dream, and he woke up in a completely different place. He was probably a far distance away from Moominvalley - if Moominvalley was even possible to return to at this point. He sighed, pulling his hat over his face as he listened to the soft patter of water hitting the top of his tent. "What a conundrum." He murmured to himself softly, closing his eyes.