"Bloody hell.." John coughed out as the fog cleared. He got up off the ground, looking around, confused when he realized he wasn't in London.. All he could remember was some electrical storm swept over so fast it covered the street in the blink of an eye.. The air felt fresh, no where near a city, just pure nature.

He started walking, needing to figure out where the hell he was if he wanted to survive, food, water, shelter, maybe another person to know what the hell was going on. He found a cave, and needing some shelter before the sun went down, he gathered a bit of firewood and began to set up for the night.. As he was trying to get the fire going, he some kind of movement deeper in the cave.. Maybe a bear or some other large animal? However, when he turned his head to look, he saw a dragon..? "I'm losing my damn mind.." He spoke as he tried to back off slowly. This must be some kind of dream, or nightmare, right?