Al Haitham laid on the public bench. As he tried to sleep. It was dark yet in the alleyway it was still light. Lights lit up the space. He was in China. Trying to find a way back to his world. Wich was of course quite hard. Since he has no way to get money. He wasn't from here. Had no ID and no way to look for anything. He didn't know how this world worked. He was reborn here. It wasn't his world. He had a backpack with some things and his phone. Nothing else. He then heard a noise of a photo camera. A familiar face. He didn't know from where. He silently sat up. If he didn't decide on sleeping here. He would go to the back of junkyard or alleyway