Walking down the street, you saw a strange man lying face up on the pavement, dazed and confused—an unawareness tacit in his being that suggests pure, unadulterated greenness.

As you approach the man, you spy a sign of life—a twitching hand, promptly followed by his eyes fluttering open (slowly, very slowly, as he's not used to this brand new sun). Life returns to the rest of his face with total stupor implicit in each muscle contraction, as if he had been asleep for the past decade—if not the past century.

"Wha— Where am I...?" he says, turning to look at you with a quizzical expression; though he doesn't quite register your approach.

"Woah! What the fu—..."

Amazed by his surroundings, he cuts himself off to absorb every minor detail of the environment he has found himself in. He's so focused on the minor details, in fact, that he totally misses the most crucial detail of all—you.