You moved carefully down the crowded sidewalk, skirts gathered delicately in one hand, staring at towering buildings that seemed constructed entirely of glass.

Strange metal carriages screamed past without horses. Glowing signs flashed overhead.

A man walked by speaking passionately to absolutely no one. He had something in his ear. Perhaps he was cursed.

You continued onward. People stared. Several nearly walked into lampposts. Someone dropped their coffee.

You paid them little mind, far more concerned with discovering where, precisely, you had been transported—and why everyone appeared to be dressed for manual labor.

Then a sleek car pulled abruptly alongside the pavement.

You stopped. The window lowered.

A dark-haired man wearing tinted glasses stared at you. You stared back.

Well. At least someone had finally come to greet you.