There he was, in a field of grass, the wind only just moved his perfectly sculpted hair. The gel he had meticulously combed through doing its job and holding his unruly hairs in place. However, there was little time to actually appreciate the feat as he was still trying to figure out how he got here.  Sure, he had wanted to escape, he always wanted to escape, but he expected to be thrown into some odd part of the city. It had become something of a habit with his “gift”, a word he used very loosely when he described whatever was wrong with him.<br/><br/>Certainly, as a child he had enjoyed the power and how he could just be away from his troubles. It was cool at first until he realized that he had little to no control over where he ended and usually when he decided to blink out of existence. It was great for the occasional stressful test situation in school, but then it was a total nightmare when he decided to just pop out of the shower in the locker room and end up in the auditorium during the “Future Female Leaders of the World” Club’s weekly meeting. There he stood, dripping wet and on the verge of complete panic.<br/><br/>Gift this thing was not. More like a curse, like right now.<br/><br/>After what had to have been one of the most harrowing experiences of his life, he somehow ended up in a place that was just not right. Not right at all.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">”Nice doggy…..nice…doggy…” his hands held up in a defensive means as he cast a nervous glance about his surroundings to try and figure out the best way to not get bitten. Today, he had gone for a more dress down look, so the pair of black converse (in impeccable condition) slid back in the soft gravel like dirt that was this side alley. Normally the dog for this Car Shop was on a thick metal chain and would merely bark at Jared as he walked by on his way to work. Instead, it was waiting for him like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey. <br/><br/>The Rottweiler should have been close to thirty now, because he could swear it was the same exact huge ass beast that used to terrify him when his mother walked him to the park. Now, he stared down a mouth of teeth with saliva that foamed at the mouth and made him question the shoot record the tag that dangled from the creature’s neck was supposed to have. <br/><br/>“Easy…” he said another step taken back ended up kicking a can of soda. The empty metal container bounced along the ground and both watched as it moved along until it disappeared behind a trash can. At the same time they looked up and met one another’s gaze.  Time seemed to slow, at least for Jared, who realized that the dog was going to rush him. “Oh crap...” he whispered and spun on his back foot to take off running down the alley, the dog hot on his heels. Messenger bag held in place with one hand he sprinted for all he was worth, knowing he would need a drag of his inhaler after this whole thing. A fence up ahead and with his eyes closed and a lot of prayer he jumped…<br/><br/>Much to his surprise he sailed over it and landed on his feet to keep running for his life, because the dog (of course) also made the jump. A quick turn down another street and there was another fence before him, like before he jumped prepared to make it like last time. Only to have his left foot get caught and watch as the ground came rushing up to say hi. Coughing on dirt and from having the air get knocked from his lungs, Jared rolled to his back just in time to see the dog leap the fence with mouth agape heading straight for him. <br/><br/>“NOOOOO!!!”  </span><br/><br/>Then he found himself in this field….<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">“Hello?”</span><br/><br/>“HELLO!” he called back and started in the direction he thought he heard the voice. “HEY!” he called out when he caught sight of a woman beside a large rock and proceeded to give a light jog over to her catching a little bit of French as he approached. “Do you know where we are?”