"...This isn't right" Tommy said to himself. He had traveled to Dubai by boat, hoping that it would be safe enough. Yet not even 30 minutes after he arrived, a battle broke out between.......actually, he wasn't sure who was fighting. Not that it really mattered to him. As he waited out the battle from the safety of an alleyway, his mind began to wander 'why does this keep happening to me? Am I cursed? Did the fighting magically happen because I came here...or was I magically compelled to come here because there would be fighting? I know magic isn't supposed to exist, but it wouldn't surprise me at this point." He was currently sitting atop an old mattress. It wasn't for comfort, but to keep his dress clean. Not that he really cared about that, but he was pretending to be a girl, then he had to pretend to care about things like that, no matter how much he hated it. 'How can girls stand wearing things like this? It's so uncomfortable. Or do they just fake liking it like me. I wear it because I have to, what's their excuse.......well I suppose attracting a guy is a good enough one considering how little of us there are left.'