Snippet #2521633

Wiping his mouth and slowly getting to his feet, Oliver looked up to acknowledge an older man asking him questions. Hunched over with his hands on his knees he turned and nonchalantly waved his hand, as if to ask for a second to catch his breath. When the grogginess passed, Oliver pushed himself up and groaned as faced the sky, and slowly turned to face this old man. The man's clothes were the first things he noticed, as they were most certainly not in style, not for a century at least, even the way he carried and presented himself was just off from the norm.

Realising he still had his headphones on, clumsily grabbed the plastic linking the two speakers and tore them from his head, accidentally catching some hair along with the motion, an action that seemed to perplex and also somewhat embarrass the man still waiting for an answer to his question. After a brief interval of Oliver wearing a blank look on his face, the cogs turning inside his brain, he finally came to grips with the situation.

Suddenly everything hit him like a freight train, the world coming crashing into his senses and the realisation of what had occurred finally came to him. "Earth?" he asked hesitantly like it was some sort of trick question, "We're on earth right?", he decided that he must have misheard and moved to his next question. "What just happened, the last thing I remember was cleaning floors" he asked, "This isn't like I'm high again or anything is it?"

Oliver moaned and clutched his head, like it was holding away valuable secrets that he needed to know. After a sigh he stood up straight and noticed a town a fair distance away, "Aw I don't care, just tell me how to get home" he said defeated, "Would someone in that town know?" gesturing towards it.