Slowly, reality started attempting to pierce the fog that filled his brain. A man rudely grabbed his arms, speaking straight to him. His words blended together, but after blinking in concentration for a few seconds after the guy moved away, Brian managed to make sense of what he heard. Not the place? Why? He blinked around himself, paying more attention to his surroundings now for the first time. The place was dark.... dirty... crowded with people who seemed to have no worry for cops... or anything, for that matter. Where were they? He tried to remember, tried to make sense of it all...<br/><br/>Before he managed to clear his thoughts, a loud noise shattered his concentration. A girl accross the street started shouting about something... and someone told him to get behind the car. Blinking, he obeyed without thinking. His thoughts were so muddled that it never occurred to him to wonder why he was being ordered to do this. It only made sense to do it. With a great heave of his legs, he sent himself flying behind the car and landed on the pavement without noticing the pain of his landing.