<span style="font-weight: bold"><div style="text-align: center;">Travis (feat. Christopher &amp; Nikolai)</div></span><br/><br/>Adding to his growing confusion was this strange group of people who had congregated not too far from where he stood. Travis rarely dreamt of strangers, and people found in his dreams were usually just his friends or family. But as he looked through each of the faces, he realised that he didn’t recognise any of them. It also brought to light the fact that they looked just as confused as he did.<br/><br/>Maybe they were…?<br/><br/>No, these were dream figures: not real. As weird as it was, Travis decided he’d go along with whatever his mind conjured up this time around. Maybe he would go and talk to them – they did appear to be murmuring greetings amongst themselves.<br/><br/>Before he could approach the group however, a man wearing a set of pajamas brushed past him, muttering a ‘hello’ before continuing on his way. It took a few seconds for Travis to grasp the fact that the man had greeted him first without any prompting or thoughts on his part. They weren’t supposed to do that.<br/><br/>“Hey, wait a minute,” he turned around, and called. The man paid no heed to his words, and continued walking away. They weren’t supposed to ignore him either. “Hey!” he called again, more in frustration than confusion this time.<br/><br/>To his surprise the man turned around to face him with an amused expression. He looked a few years older than Travis was. “You're a forceful one. That's interesting,” said the man. His speech was laced with a British accent. Taken aback by the unexpected response, Travis found himself at a complete loss for words.<br/><br/>In the time that it took for him to regain his senses, another man appeared from the side, shifting through the foliage of the ever-growing forest. Like all the others, he was completely unrecognisable. Still unable to believe the situation, Travis quickly formulated a conversation in his head. If this was really a dream, the man would respond in exactly the way he’d planned.<span style="font-style: italic">Hello,</span>he would say.<span style="font-style: italic">Good afternoon,</span>the man would reply.<br/><br/>There was no way this wouldn’t work.<br/><br/>“Hello,” said Travis.<br/><br/>“Говорите по-русски*,” the man replied.<br/><br/>As if to mock him even further, a distant and thunderous crash rippled through the ground, knocking him off of his feet.<br/><br/>-----<br/>(*OOC: Pronounced "Govorite po russki"; Means "Speak Russian")