Slowly, Lorsan opened his eyes. He gasped, for the noises of the place he’d ended up in were very loud. His bunny ears flattened against his head as he checked his surroundings. Lights, strange devices… Machines zoomed by on what he could only guess were streets of a sort. His head was pounding. How has he gotten here? The last thing he remembered, he was playing a prank on Lyca, his sister… and then he was here.

Lorsan shook his head. He had to find a way home. And to find a way home, he figured that he must first figure out where he is. So, ears still flat against his head, he started wandering about, his bunny feet padding along the concrete. He was careful to avoid the strange, fast-moving machines as he walked. The Bunny-Wilder was not interested in dying.