“This place really is somethin’ else. “ Barrel scrunched his nose slightly, kicking at the pavement with worn down boots. “It’s all bright here, too many colours” He glanced up, noticing another person not too far from him. “Oi, what’s this place called? Where am I?”
Simon turned to look at the guy, confused. “Uh...New York.” He wondered where exactly this stranger was from. “How did you get here if you don’t know where here is?”


















