A/N: Woo, second chapter already. Writers block actually went away! Freaky-odd o.O. So, this chapter's a bit longer than the first, but not really as long as I hoped it would be, but oh well. Hopefully whoever's reading this will enjoy it, reviews are always welcomed!

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Chapter two - Where in Spira is Vancouver?

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((Tidus' POV))

'Why am I so cold....?'

I was lying flat on my back, and I think I had hit my head on something because I had the hugest headache I'd ever experienced in my life. I took my hand and gingerly touched the back of my head. Shit. That hurt. Slowly I opened my eyes, squinting against the brightness, it was only making my head feel worse. I could see the dim outlines of something standing over me. People? I opened my eyes a bit more.

"He's moving!"

"You think he'll be okay?"

"Who is this kid? He's dressed funny..."

'What the hell?' I thought to myself as I opened my eyes a bit more. Opening one eye fully I could see the crowd standing around me in a circle. It kinda reminded me of those circles kids would form on the playground when someone got hurt. Great.

"Hey, buddy, you ok?" asked a boy about seventeen years old.

"Uh.. yeah.. I guess.." I muttered. "Where am I?"

"Downtown Vancouver, bud. You musta hit your head pretty hard." the kid answered, and with a worried look at me he helped me to my feet. Shit, that made me dizzy.

"Vancouver? Where the hell is that?" I asked. I'd never heard of any Vancouver, and I'd been all over Spira when I was Yuna's guardian on her pilgramage to Zanarkand two years ago. Yuna... where the hell was she?

"Earth to Tidus, it's in Canada. You know, North America? Earth?"

"Uh.. how did you know my name?" 'and where the hell is Canada? What's this 'Earth' you're talking about?'

"Found your ID in your wallet, guy. So, you seriously don't know where you are?" asked the kid. Okay, he was starting to get on my nerves. Was this some sort of trick that Wakka planned?

"Ah, I see... You know where I can find a pay-sphere?" I needed to call Yuna.. maybe she knew what this was about.

"A pay-sphere? Woah, buddy, we need to get you to a hospital or something, I think you hit your head pretty damned hard." The kid answered. Okay, so much for the idea of calling Yuna. This kid didn't even know what a pay-sphere was. He said I hit my head pretty hard? Where'd he been living, a hole for the past thousand years? "Follow me. By the way, my name's Trent. Nice to meet ya."

Now that the crowd had dispersed, I could take in my surroundings. There were tall buildings on each side of me, and for the first time I realized how bad the air smelled here. What the hell was that smell, anyway? Whatever it was, it was disgusting. This Vancouver place almost reminded me of my Zanarkand, except... different somehow. There were no airships anywhere in sight, although I thought I saw something like one fly overhead at one point. Trotting to keep up with Trent while taking in my surroundings was proving to be hard. A lot of people kept looking at me funnily, although I don't know why. My clothes? Someone had made a comment about them earlier when I was coming-to on the ground. Okay, something was not right. Why was I the only one dressed this way? A lot of males who passed me were dressed in stiff looking jackets and matching pants, and usually black shoes, I noticed. Shiny black shoes. A lot of them also had weird peices of fabric hanging from their necks. Whatever the hell those were, they looked retarded.

"Here we are," Trent snapped me out of my musings. "I'll take you inside, maybe they can check your head out."

My head was fine, albeit it hurt a little, it wasn't as if I had a concussion or something.

Trent ushered me to a seat in the waiting room and spoke with the lady at the desk, who kept giving me odd glances every now and then. At one point I swear I saw her stifle a giggle. Bitch. Wasn't my fault this Trent kid thought I had something wrong with my head.

Trent came and sat beside me. "The chick at the desk said she'll fit you in to a doc, said about ten minutes you'd have to wait. Want me to come in with you when you see the doc? I never really liked docs much myself, so I'll come in with you if you want."

"Yeah, sure." I muttered. I had no idea where I was or where Yuna was, and all that mattered to me at the moment was getting back to Yuna. Trent was going on about how when he was little he broke his ring finger on his left hand and the 'doc' didn't set it right, so now he could bend it and make it twitch and all sorts of weird things. I wasn't paying attention, but I looked over at his finger when he showed me just so I wouldn't seem rude.

'What the hell is going on? Did the Fayth do this, or am I just dreaming? Where's Yuna? If anything's happened to her, whoever the hell did this to me will pay.'

A/N: So? Whatcha think? Good? Bad? So-so? Reviews, please!