He was falling. Hurtling towards the surface of a place he'd never been. Earth, specifically New York. Upon awakening he found himself in a dark, clustered alley where the only distinguishable aroma was the overwhelming stench of garbage. Sitting up he clenched his hand tight over his nose and exclaimed, "How horrid." His voice carried shocking the pigeons high above him. They cooed, frightened, and took off rapidly.

He shoved his frail body up off the bags of garbage and clambered out of the dumpster. He looked up, looked up so far it made his neck ache. He paced himself, setting a stride, and hurried towards the street.