Somewhere in California, 2024

Olrox wasn't quite sure where he found himself. The territory was strange. A stark contrast between the delicate scenery of the 1700s he was accustomed to. He began to get the idea this wasn't france. And as cars of all sorts sped past him, their engines roaring like beasts, he began to get the idea that this wasn't 1792, either. He leans his head back and stares at the buildings stretching past the clouds. He gets the gist. Something must've sent him here.