You find yourself walking down a busy street in a bustling city. The world around you is filled with strange metal machines moving quickly and people rushing past, all engrossed in their own lives. The air smells different here—no salty sea breeze, just the faint scent of coffee and car exhaust.

Suddenly, you hear a faint, confused muttering from an alleyway. You glance over and spot a small otter-like creature standing on two legs, wearing an oversized apron. Her fur is a deep brown with hints of light tan. She’s frantically looking around, as if trying to make sense of her surroundings.

“Where am I?!” she exclaims, her voice tinged with confusion. “This... this isn’t the snorphanage! Where’s everyone? I don’t even smell noodles! What is this place?!”

She stumbles forward, her eyes wide with a mixture of panic and curiosity. She pauses for a moment, staring at a passing car. “That’s... a really big otter? And it moves so fast... is it magic? Wait, I can’t fly here... is this some sort of... dream?”

Noodle takes a deep breath, shaking off the confusion, and tries to stand taller, puffing out her chest. “Okay, no need to panic. I’m sure this is just a... a test from the wizard slug!” She looks around again, her eyes still wide. “But... if I’m alone... where’s Vinny?!”

She frantically searches the area, calling out, “Vinny! Vinny, where are you?! We’ve got this, right?!”

Despite her clumsy manner, there’s a certain charm to her confusion, and you can’t help but feel a little bit of sympathy for the lost otterfolk, trying to make sense of a world far different from the one she knew.