So I’m not entirely sure I like being manhandled by a bunch of strangers while being under some sort of hypnotic spell that makes me compliant. No, scratch that – I’m
damn bloody sure I don’t like it. Is that anyway to treat someone who just arrived in another world? It’s just rude, that’s what it is. I’d say as if I need a shower now but I feel as if I’d been sick they’d have put me into some sort of decontamination chamber if it was necessary. Still, it might help.
Right, so, they filled me in on what was going on around here. Another planet, which by the way has a rubbish name with an equally ridiculous-sounding land – country? I feel as though I’ve stepped into a storybook. They also said we can’t pop home until this place lets us. Guess that means I should introduce myself to my fellow misplaced travellers.
Hullo, my name is Al Potter. Looks like I’m your newest arrival here.