The field in question probably looks nothing like what you imagined, it was not a green field of rolling hills, or a farmer's field. It was a pale yellow, and ragged field, more akin to the great plains of the US then the flat space of Europe, ragged and awful weeds were scattered about, the horizon was uncomfortably flat, and nothing was really there to see. Auth. was just about to leave from weirdness more than terror, when he realised that the doorway was gone. And then he noticed one small and almost unseeable blip on the flat horizon.
Auth. was now incredibly distressed, and very annoyed, because he knew that the something on the horizon was approximately three miles away. He knew his standing height, the average horizon distance, and a little bit of math. Despite the little bit of math and the quick thought, he didn't walk very often, and he was otherwise rather fit. Despite the annoyance, and the knowledge of a common phrase telling all about how the best thing to do when lost is to stay in place, he started walking towards the blip on the horizon.
After about an hour of walking he arrived at a small, and odd town, called Beacon Valley. Once he entered the little town, noticed the oddly familiar high school, hardware store, and town hall, he realised that he was not in the field anymore, but instead in america again, northern Utah by the looks of it. At least as far as he could reason. The town was cold enough to be Nebraska, but just humid enough to be California, so he compromised it between the two.
Much stranger than the name of the town, or the sudden change of location (now for the second time) was the fact that it was definitely the eighties. And not just any eighties, but the eighties of a summer adventure movie! This realisation hit Auth. like a ton of bricks, or maybe that was the car.
He recognised the car coming towards him from the mods on it alone, was befuddled by it's paint job, and at this point was almost entirely sure that he was in a coma. Braking just after hitting Auth with his car, a young man in a puffy orange vest, and with a hair covered face stepped out of a silver and green delorean with giant exhaust vents in the back, exposed piping along the trunk, and written in gaudy yellow text next to what looked like the head of bigfoot, the name "Wolfmobile". Auth fell to the ground with all the grace of roadkill, and exhaled a coughing wheeze. Immediately the guy in the vest youapoligised, "oh crap, oh crap, I'm so sorry"
" what did you just say to me?" The miraculously alive and uninjured Auth. responded angrily
"Sorry?" said the now confused guy from the car
"I can't keep talking to you if you say it like that."
"I'm sorry, what?" replied the incredibly confused man
"You're saying sorry wrong." Auth. explained
"No I'm not?" the guy responded
"Yes you are, we have a mostly american audience and don't want to confuse them, could you please just say it sorry instead of sorry." Auth said
"You just said the same thing twice…" replied the guy in the vest
"No I didn't! You just don't have a transcribed accent" Auth exclaimed. At this point the guy was more confused than annoyed at Auth. seeing this Auth said "look, if I were to try and write down the differences in how we say sorry, I would write that I said 'sarry' and you said 'sore-ey', do you get it?"
"I think, sort of, sorry about the annoyance, I'll try to say it differently next time." replied the guy from the car.
"So, what's with the stupid Micheal J. Fox cosplay?" said Auth.
"what do you mean?" replied the guy.
"Well, you look like Marty Mcfly dressed up in the Teen Wolf werewolf makeup."
"Oh, that… I'm not sure, but how did you know my name?" said the guy
"Your name? You're telling me that you're actually named Marty Mcfly" questioned Auth
"Marty 'The Wolf' Mcfly, but yes, at least I think, my memory is a bit fuzzy right now." replied Marty
"Jesus, okay then, I guess that explains the car, I'm assuming you came about from some sci fi accident or something?" Auth. said
"That sounds about right, I was time travelling in the van, and then suddenly I was here, and everything here looks just a bit wrong. Including you, what's that watch on your wrist supposed to be, A television?" Marty said
"It's a small computer, Don't worry about it. In the meantime, we need to find someone who knows what he's doing to figure out what's going on."
"Well, Doc was always better at this stuff than me, let's go find him for some help."