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"Where am I?" he asked, though there was nobody around to answer.

He had only seen places like the land that lay before him in paintings, surrealist paintings at that, and he had no idea how he got to be there. He had never seen such a multitude of poppies before. Certainly, something must have knocked him unconscious while he was walking home from work. Certainly, this was some sort of nightmare. Where were the buildings? The people? The streetlights and the cars?

He couldn't remember what exactly had happened, only that he had been approaching a girl who gave him a come-hither look with her Alice blue eyes. Then it had gone dark.

And now he was here.

"What happened?" she cried, though the sound of her voice was muffled by the noise of the crowd.

She had never seen a place like this before, not even in paintings. The buildings were big and black and the sky was full of sickly clouds. There were people everywhere, and lights everywhere, and strange machines roaring down the road. There was laughter and brightness and women cat-calling from the street corners. Certainly, someone must have knocked her out while she was in the Garden. Certainly, this was some sort of nightmare. Where were the roses? The vines? The gargoyles and the angels?

She couldn't remember exactly what had happened, only that she had been approaching a man who gave her a wink and a Chesire cat smile. Then it had gone dark.

And now she was here.

Welcome to Switched.



	Plot Worlds Rules Apply Guest Index		"Where am I?" he asked, though there was nobody around to answer. He had only seen places like the land that lay before him in paintings, surrealist paintings at that, and he had no idea how he got to be there. He had never seen such a multitude of poppies before. Certainly, something must have knocked him unconscious while he was walking home from work. Certainly, this was some sort of nightmare. Where were the buildings? The people? The streetlights and the cars? He couldn't remember what exactly had happened, only that he had been approaching a girl who gave him a come-hither look with her Alice blue eyes. Then it had gone dark. And now he was here. "What happened?" she cried, though the sound of her voice was muffled by the noise of the crowd. She had never seen a place like this before, not even in paintings. The buildings were big and black and the sky was full of sickly clouds. There were people everywhere, and lights everywhere, and strange machines roaring down the road. There was laughter and brightness and women cat-calling from the street corners. Certainly, someone must have knocked her out while she was in the Garden. Certainly, this was some sort of nightmare. Where were the roses? The vines? The gargoyles and the angels? She couldn't remember exactly what had happened, only that she had been approaching a man who gave her a wink and a Chesire cat smile. Then it had gone dark. And now she was here. Welcome to Switched.