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Ned (bakersman) wrote in labyrinth_rpg,

Ned looked around desperately, trying to figure out where he could be. It wasn't home, that was for sure. The question wasn't even as much where was he as much as, how had he gotten there? Sure, strange things happened around him more often than some, but this was completely new.

Finding the first unintimidating person he could (and there were many who looked much more intimidating than she did), he walked up, shifting from foot to foot. She didn't seem to have noticed his arrival, which he found nearly impossible to believe. People didn't just drop out of the sky every day, did they?

Finally, Ned had to cave. Clearing his throat, he made his presence known. "Um. Hi. Right, so um... Look, this is going to sound like an incredibly stupid question, I know, bear with me. Where...where exactly are we?" 'Where am I' might've made more sense, but that sounded like an amnesiac on the television versus a person in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or the wrong place at the right time, who knew?