Where

He wanders the city, unsure as to where he is or how he arrived. The buildings are dull and towering; a vast contrast from the stale sepia buildings he’s used to. People bustle around him, clearly annoyed at his sluggish pace on such a busy street. There are so many people. More people than he had seen in his entire life. The are wearing clothing he’d never seen either; grey, crisp, and cold. In his dazed confusion, he asks the stream of faces what this strange place is. They push past him in disgust. He asks again and is once again ignored. He asks again. Ignored. He asks again. Ignored. Why wont anyone say anything? He wonders if he’s invisible. He screams. No reaction. “WHERE AM I?!” He screams in a plain man’s face as he grabs him firmly by the sholders. The man’s face contorts in disdain. The man look him in the eye for a moment. There was a breif pause, a moment of hope, hope that maybe someone would help him, help him understand what was happening. Ignored.