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I might have gotten on the wrong plane. This isn't Vegas.

Oh! Well! New York City! Not exactly Paris, 1842- but it is .. wait a minute. Wait, wait.. No. No, this is.. this is wrong.

2008?! Not even 1842?!

Blimey, this is dull.

They are his. Beating. The ever growing sound of his drum. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

As the tin horses fall, their King will rise from his ashes. He is the phoenix. Never will he fall. Never.

What is this place? It is.. impossible.

By order of Caspian X, King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Emperor of the Lone Islands- I demand to know why I have been brought to this...world.

So I'm looking for some models for my company Clothes Over Bros, and I noticed there are a lot of attractive people here. Anyone interested?

New York City.

Well, this place certainly has potential. Perhaps this won't be so bad, after all.

Well, this certainly isn't Gotham.

New York City, not a bad place to settle down.

This seems like a pretty nice place to live while my old apartment is being renovated.

Well Lindsey, you are a pretty fun guy, aren't you?

What's everyone up to tonight?

Okay, I'm free tonight. Who is taking me out for drinks?

New York City.

How intriguing.

Well, ain't this rich.

Okay... I've been kidnapped, brainwashed, turned into a toad, and switched bodies with Kid Flash, but this is a new one. How did I end up in a completely different city, and why is Information telling me Gotham doesn't exist?

New York again, awesome.

Big city. Maybe I'll have better luck here though.

Definitely different then Tree Hill.

In a good way

I'm back, New York! I'm sure most of you know me or at least my company, but for those who don't, I'm Brooke Davis CEO of Clothes Over Bros. and I've just come here with some of my best friends, the Scott family. Nathan, Haley, and my adorable godson Jamie! Please welcome them all to New York with me!