There was so much running through his head that he couldn't bring himself to spit out just one question, so he stood there with his teeth clenched and his lips sealed tight. One thing was for sure: he was behind a tavern for one second, and then... He tried to fill in the gaps. He must have fallen unconscious from the poison.

Ike focused his vision on the woman in front of him, trying to calm his breathing so he could think straight. But his heart was racing, and everything felt so strange. "A moment? Argh... What did you do to me?!" Ike was clearly not used to the concept of adrenaline administration. But he wasn't dead, and he wasn't poisoned, so he breathed out shakily. "Look, never mind. I'm just..."

Finally, he looked up. And looked around. And saw the pavement, and the side walks, and the parked cars, and the skyscrapers. "...Not supposed to be here."