Re: Middle of the crowd
Really, by the time the whirly winds went around his face, Russell should have figured he was about to take a trip down the rabbit hole to possibly crazy land. Or worse, like Milwaukee.
Blinking, he suddenly found himself swept along by the crowd of loud and bad smelling people yelling in what he was kinda sure was French. "Arrrgh," he whined, trying to move to the offsides so he could avoid getting squished. Plus he figured he could only last for long wearing his Flash shirt and jeans. Plus he was just wearing socks and they were beginning to get ruined by the unpaved ground.
Luckily for Jim, he happened to be near the other man who called out in a language he could at least understand. "Beggin yer pardon sir," he started loudly so the man could hear him while trying not to cringe as he realized he was back to speaking like it was a full moon again, "but I couldn't help hearing ye be speaking English. Might ye be from Bellum?" Russell didn't recognize the guy, but he was hoping he was playing his cards right in his guess.