The man gave a warm smile as Emily approached and asked her question.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Just feeling overwhelmed. People in this city wear such strange clothing. I've never seen anything like it. They go around in horseless carriages. Those buildings that are all around aren't made of wood or stone."</span>, he said. Emily was bewildered by his response, it was as if the man had come from the1800s or something.<span style="font-weight: bold">"I'm Zero by the way. I'm from a town far from here. I really don't know where I am but everything is so futuristic. I've never seen anything like this place before."</span>Emily was immediately suspicious.<span style="font-style: italic">A town far away?</span>, she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">"And what an odd name he has as well..."</span>. The man reached out a hand to shake Emily's, and Emily was surprised to see his hand when she realized it was extended. She had a habit of becoming consumed by her thoughts when she started thinking too much.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Its nice to meet you miss?"</span><br/><br/>Emily sat down next to him and shook his hand, deciding to play along to see whether he was joking around or was somehow being serious. If it did turn out to be some kind of joke, her skills in the martial arts wouldn't fail her. "It's nice to meet you too... My name's Emily.", she said. The man spoke up again.<span style="font-weight: bold">"This area is beautiful but the air in this city smells funny. I've never smelled such dirty air."</span>, he said, obviously referring to the smell of exhaust in the air. It was the only downside to living in this town; you may be able to escape the grey of the town, but the smell was an inescapable presence that she had learned to live with.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Can you tell me what those things are?"</span>, the man said while pointing at one of the cars,<span style="font-weight: bold">"I've seen people riding around in those. They are strange because they have no horse and yet they move."</span><br/><br/>Now that Emily had thought about it, no man would have such strange cloths and such a gigantic apple on hand. The thing could barely fit in half a pocket. Not to mention the fact that Emily could hear a certain edge in his accent, something that made her feel that the man was definitely not from anywhere nearby. "Those are cars... They're machines that can carry us long distances without the need of... Horses..." Emily replied, faltering a bit at the end.<span style="font-style: italic">Did he come from a ranch or a farm or something?</span>, she asked herself.