When you think of traversing through time and space, you'd normally think in the setting of the "same world".
Not a whole different Universe.
Yet that's how I found my situation to be; standing in front of a huge billboard sign that said the following in big, bold letters as if it didn't want to be misread:
Welcome to Namimori
The previous series of events didn't make any sense for me to wind up here, in front of the said billboard sign... Buying ice-cream wasn't the key to opening a wormhole of a sort, was it?
I glanced down at the chocolate popsicle in my hand, mentally debating if there was some sort of universal flaw in relation of ice-cream and wormholes but soon thought better of it to save me a carousel of a headache.
I may as well just eat what I had bought before it spoils...
I looked back up at the billboard, popsicle in mouth, and debated on wether I should cross the invisible border that was layed out in front of me.
I bit into the popsicle frowning with the minor brain freeze I got. "There's no tellin' when I'll be home again, is there?"
I left home with just the clothes on my back with my withering wallet and my phone tucked in my back pockets, so my situation is good as being broke. I let out a frustrated sigh, finishing up my popsicle. "Guess there's no helpin' it, gotta find a place that'll keep me livin',"
With my mind made up, I took my first step over the invisible boundary that kept me from crossing.
Whatever happens... I can deal with later.