This whole thing was surreal to Yuuri, but he shook his head, bewildered. He blinked as he looked around, trying to understand this strange place they found themselves in. As he was looking around, Yuuri heard Himari's voice in his head again, but the dragon didn’t seem to be speaking to him, exactly, but rather to Domovoi. It was the only thing that made sense, and he smiled, sheepishly, as he realized he’d gotten distracted listening to them for a moment. But that’s when Viktor mentioned knowing their trip to Yokohama, and Yuuri almost breathed a sigh of relief. Because now that he said so, Yuuri very vividly recalled the trip, blushing a bit as he did.
“I don’t recognize this place, no. It isn’t Japan, as far as I can tell. I thought maybe we were already in Russia somehow.” He shivered, involuntarily, leaning just a bit closer to Viktor's side. “We should move though, I agree, but to where?” asked Yuuri with concern. Now that he thought about it, if the last thing either of them remembered was their trip, Yuuri pressed a hand to his chest, letting out a small laugh as he did so. “Apparently I still have my silver medal.” He almost sounded surprised, mostly shock sinking in. It was enough, though, to cause Yuuri to shake his head clear.
Food is more important than a medal, remarked Himari in his head, more determined then before. Yuuri grinned a little, one hand reaching out to strike the dragon's neck while the other held Viktor’s hand. “Himari seems to think I need to eat something, and maybe I do. But I don’t know where we're going to find that. We're in the middle of a field.” He blinked, then remembered the tablet beside him. “It doesn’t seem like we're alone, though. I think some other people were brought here too.” He kept pace with Viktor, squeezing his hand reassuringly as they kept walking.