It was around noon when Alois Trancy returned to his sleeping chambers to lay down.

Claude had yet to prepare Alois his afternoon tea and plate of little sliders.

But, Alois supposes he'll let it slide.

Just this once.

He had just gone through the garden around his inherited manor in order to disturbed Hannah Annafellows from doing her work—not in a childish sort of affection displaying way, but rather to see how else he can bother her.

Alois flops down onto his large bed, his slight body barely making an indentation.

He kicks his legs up and down after rolling onto his stomach.

"Let's see, let's see..." Alois props his elbow up on the mattress, resting his chin in his outstretched, gloved plam.

His fingers tap against his boyish face in contemplation.

Nothing comes to mind, which only serves to frustrate him.

"There's nothing to do!" Alois complains aloud, as if he expects something to appear.

The sunlight shining in from the big windows his quarters shines down on him.

Alois stares at the ceiling, trying to will something of interest into existence.

But just then, very suddenly, a flash of light flickers throughout his room.

Alois jolts upright, scrambling out of bed in a flurry of panic, confusion, and curiosity.

It's just hovering there; a ball of pure, unfiltered light.

He theorizes that it's hot.

While he would get Claude to manage this, Alois's boredom is eating away at him.

So, he approaches the ball of light.

First, it feels like warmth is being poured down his throat.

Like there's pure heat flowing through his mouth.

Next, it's like the heat is seeping across his veins and through his nervous system.

It's almost a little comforting.

However, Alois's comfort is short lived when another bright flash blinds him. He trips over his feet and lands on the ground, rubbing the top of his head.

When he finally opens his eyes, Alois's jaw slackens.

It's not his manor.

Not his bedroom.

Hell, it doesn't even look like London.

There are these weird lines on black, cracked asphalt and these big metal... Things, coasting down the asphalt.

"Where the bloody hell am I..?" Alois questions, glancing around curiously.

More importantly, where is that worthless butler of his?!

Shouldn't Claude be here by now.

Slowly, Alois rises to his feet and tugs his flock coat tighter around his body. He dusts off his shorts as if he's been physically asuslated by the dirty cement he fell on.

Somebody knocks into his shoulder.

Alois grits his teeth together and whirls around to face the perpetrator who has yet to grovel at his feet.

It's a man with the tattered clothes of a commoner—of a hobo!

Loose fitting denim pants and a big, ugly sweater that looks reminiscent to that of elder clothing.

"Watch where you're going, you unsightly oaf!" Alois seethes, his hands clenching into fists at his sides.

The man halts and looks over his shoulder before laughing at Alois.

"Bro... Somebody needs to deal with their obnoxious kid. You look like you eat arsenic in the mines," the man snickers.

Alois is absolutely enraged!

How dare this foul-mouthed and hideous man speak to him like that!!

"Do you have any idea who I am?" Alois questions, sticking his nose up. "I'm the Earl Trancy, that's who," he sneers.

He puts his hands on his hips.

The man gives an incredulous and judgemental look before sticking two, white little things into his ears.

Alois watches as the man then proceeds with walking down the path.

Upon closer inspection, Alois notices faint glittery spots.

Perhaps it's been imbued with silver?

Before he can even begin to question things, Alois's eyes catch on another figure.

Just another soul, milling about.

That familiar sensation of curiosity washes away Alois's anger and he finds himself intrigued.

He won't lose interest in {{user}} for a while, it seems.

As quiet as he can be, Alois approaches the aforementioned person.

"Hey, you," Alois calls out, stepping in front of {{user}}. "Tell me about those." He points at the metal boxes swerving down the asphalt on rubber wheels.

Where is he?