(NOTE: art not mine!)

Odysseus paused, as he sat up. Where was he? The last thing he remembered, Zeus had struck his ship with a bolt of lightning, and it had sunk, along with his crew… and now, as he cradles his aching head, he finds himself in a rather… strange land. The buildings were tall, taller than any he’d seen in Ithaca. Strange machines sped by on what he could only assume were roads or streets, of some kind. And the people? Well, they all carried strange, glowing boxes in their hands. And their clothes? They were like none Odysseus had ever seen. What… was this place? Where was Greece? More importantly… could he get home?

However, his thoughts came to a momentary stop, when he heard the sound of footsteps. And then, a person came into view. This could be his chance to find some help. And so, he stood up, tapping this person on the shoulder.

“…Excuse me, but-“