Almost as if blinking in from out of a dream Graham looked around. His eyes darting back and forth as he looked from one place to another. And the more he looked...the more he didn't believe what the fuck he was looking at. What in the hell? Monster people? Old style market place? What in the ever loving fuck was going on here? Graham had been at home ready to travel out for the day. All he had in his pocket was his phone, a lighter, wallet, and his pocket knife the he used to open stuff. In his jacket pocket was his charger but...suddenly he doubted he'd need it. He had heard some woman saying sorry. The voice had been unfamiliar...and the next moment he knew he was in this weird place. Unsure about what to do he looks around...and notices that not all things are unfamiliar as he looks at the series of characters that seem to be wearing normal clothes Graham speaks up, [color=f7941d]"Hey you guys know what the fuck just happened? I blinked and suddenly I'm here. This sure as fuck ain't Detroit."[/color] Graham says casually as he looks around neither afraid, nor really especially caring what happened...whatever was going to happen going forward was going to happen. He'd say this was a dream if he knew for a fact that he didn't smack his head into the kitchen cabinet door this morning...or that morning rather...