Ushiromiya Battler opened his eyes.
Sunlight blinded him almost instantaneously, and he blinked.
He attempted to sit up, and felt pain shoot through his back. 'Ow!'
Rubbing his lower back, he sat up slowly and looked around.
He was lying on a street, somewhere. It certainly didn't look like Japan; none of the people staring at him curiously as they passed looked remotely Asian. Where the heck am I?
Closing his eyes, he tried to recall the events of the last few days.
Oh yes. Bernkastel and Lambda had been conspiring something. They wouldn't tell him what it was of course, but the many sidelong glances had assured him that it was something to do with him. Then there had been all the comments about how he was such a hopeless Game Master and how he would need to "prove his worth" before the next game, otherwise Erika was definitely going to win again. Even Erika herself had been acting unusually suspicious.
Damn. Those two... no, three, because Erika had probably helped them... had done something, which had resulted him being dumped somewhere in the middle of nowhere, and who knows how many miles away from Beato. This last fact was particularly concerning.
But first. To find out where he was. He stood, carefully, because for some reason his head was spinning and he ached all over, and hobbled over to a nearby bench, collapsing down again before looking around. What the...
He didn't recognise anything. Even the people were talking some weird language...
Where the heck have they dumped me?
A girl walked past, all pale skin with long black hair. 'Excuse me.' He called out.
She turned, and said something, raising her eyebrows.
This probably isn't going to work... but.. 'Could you tell me where I am?' He thought for a second, then added , 'And what the date is?' He wouldn't put it past Lambda and Bern to dump him in the Middle Ages or something.
She stared for a moment, then walked off.
Oh damn. 'Hey! Wait!' He tried the few words of English that he knew. 'Hello! Help! Me!'
She gave him a strange look, then continued on her way, speeding up a little.
Cursing, he sank back onto the bench. Oh damn. This really really sucks. I kinda even wish Beato was here. At least she'd probably know what to do.