The day had been exhausting. His legs ached, and his eyes kept betraying him by drifting shut. So, as soon as John returned to camp after his mission, he went straight to his tent and lay down to sleep.

But suddenly, he was roused by some irritated, unintelligible shouting — seemingly aimed at him — followed by a sharp, piercing honk. John jumped up as if scalded and leapt to the side. Something had just sped past him… a car? He wasn’t quite sure what the contraption was called.

Looking around, he realized he had absolutely no idea where he was. Crowds of people, noise, buildings far too tall — and a whole lot of things he’d never even heard of.

“What the…” — he muttered under his breath, taking a few steps along the street he now found himself on.

Rubbing the back of his neck with his right hand, he decided to speak to a passerby. His gaze fell on you as you were walking by.

“Hey, excuse me!” — he called out, catching up to you and trying to get your attention. — “Would ya happen to know where the hell I am?”