Somehow, someway, you find yourself walking on cobblestone streets of New York, after trying to take the shortcut home through an alley on a stormy night. Still the rain pounds against your skin, soaking through your clothes. Clearly, you had gotten lost.

After wandering around—and receiving several strange stares from Ren Fair rejects dressing to the nine's, like Victorian Era people—you slip on a loose piece cobblestone. Just before you could hit the ground, a tall man comes sprinting over. Despite expecting the pain of the smoothed out and dull rocks, you don't feel it. You glance up and see the man holding you close. Huffing, he pants out, "Are you alright?"