The Lunatic Cafe

Ben had left the relative safety of the broken down building he lived in on the outskirts of Seattle to get food. What little money he had wasn't his, merely lifted from other people's pockets when they weren't paying close enough attention. After he'd gotten what he needed and stuffed it into his backpack, he pulled his hoodie down more over his face and headed back to the place he was staying. He stopped as soon as he walked in though, noting this was definitely not the building he was meant to be in.

He attempted to go right back through the door that he'd used to enter but well, that was kind of a wall. Okay, fine. Weird place with all the strange people and odd smelling stuff didn't want him to leave. There's a blur.

And the broken soldier is hiding underneath a table, backpack clutched to his chest and alert.