She wasn't on the island. Arya didn't know where she was. It was like a city, almost like the one she'd been in briefly before she'd come to the island, but not... ruined. Busy, like King's Landing, but different. It didn't smell like shit and cooking food. The air smelled like something burning. Things moved in the road, like carts or wheelhouses but with no horses.
For the first time in a long time, Arya was truly frightened.
She screamed, trying to get out of the road where she had suddenly appeared. The not-carts were moving on either side of her, much faster than they should have ever been going. She needed to be away from them. If she could just find the right time to run... she jumped into the road, sprinting for a patch of empty space where the not-carts were clearly not allowed, and for a moment she thought she might make it--
And then there was a loud noise, and a lot of pain.