At first it didn't look like anything happened. Benjamin remained sitting upright and didn't flinch. Inside, his head was very groggy. It was a bit like waking up after a vivid dream that begins to slip away as soon as you open your eyes. His brow furrowed and he scratched his head. Where was he and why was he sitting on the ground? Ben looked down and caught a whiff of booze, which made him pull a face. Well, that explained the confusion, but where the hell was he? He struggled to his feet and looked about him. There was a building in the distance, an unfamiliar one, and yet a familiar sort of shape. That old and that size, it would be an inn or a pub. Which also made sense.
Although his balance was not, in face, impaired, Ben felt as though it must be, and so he began the slow totter back to the road carefully. He still couldn't exactly remember how he'd come here, and he hoped that he might find some answers inside the pub.