When Max opened his eyes after a particularly long blink, he realized that something about his life had changed. It wasn't that he had been transported from Brian's kitchen to a crowded street full of angry people. It wasn't that he seemed to be the only person there that wasn't pissed off about something. It wasn't even that nobody around him was speaking English. No, the thing that Max noticed first and foremost was the giant ball of glowing light overhead.
Though people jostled him left and right, he found himself fixated on the burning sun above. "Holy shit," he whispered, rubbing his eyes in disbelief. He had seen the sun in movies and on TV. He had seen pictures of it, and read poems about it. But he had never seen it. It was beautiful. It was everything people had said and more.
An elbow in his gut took the wind from his lungs. He fell.
Luckily, there was a nice girl there to break his fall. Wheezing in surprise, he sat up slightly, looking down at the body that had broken his fall. Eyes wide, he glanced from the dying girl to a man crouched beside her, wearing a serious face and also speaking Not-English. "Shit," he breathed, sliding off the girl and keeping a straight face somehow. "She gonna be okay?" Like he cared.
His gaze swept up at the other man beside her, narrowing in confusion. "You speak English, right?"