@gaiaspoken liked for a starter!
Blinking and abruptly finding himself somewhere new was, actually, not a completely foreign experience by now. Doesn't mean he has to like it. Nothing he can do but accept it, though. Resigned to the strangeness of his new situation, he wasted no time getting a lay of the land.
Eventually his aimless wandering leads him into Fibonacci. The district is similar enough to Midgard that he feels, albeit slightly less lost. He's still absolutely lost, but at least he doesn't feel completely out of his element here. He keeps moving along. If he just keeps going, maybe he'll figure out where he's supposed to be going from here—
Then he spots her as he rounds a corner. For a moment, he can't help but wonder if he's seeing things again. That familiar pink dress. The long brown hair tied back in a braid; her signature ribbon. A basket of flowers in her arms. The sight gives him pause. Is that really her? Is any of this real?