He wondered what had happened. What that strange jutsu that had hit him had been or done for that matter. Was he in the past or was it something else? It certainly wasn't a genjutsu. He had already made certain of that.
He had to be in the past, but certainly no past he had ever been a part of. After all, in his past he had never lived in this room or this house for that matter. In his past the villagers had never smiled or been jocund to him. In his past he hadn't had friends or even a family to speak of. In his past the Kyuubi wasn't worshiped or beloved. In his past the Yondaime wasn't alive. In his past the Yondaime wasn't his father.
So where was he?