“Hello,” you say groggily. “Um…where the hell am I?”

“Atlas City!” Says a girl with short black hair and a funny looking costume. In fact, all of them have funny looking costumes on. You sit up slightly and begin to observe your surroundings.

You find that you are in a city that you don’t recognize in the least. You think for a minute of your strange dream of flying sheep, pink and blue clouds, and axe murderers. Where have they all gone? You realize then that your head hurts, and therefore your not dreaming.

Dorothy, you’re not in Kansas anymore.

Remembering your mothers immortal advise, you decide not to converce with these strangers. “I’m sorry,” you say. “But my mommy said not to talk to strangers. Bye-bye now!”

You turn to walk away, hoping that you’ve scared them with your psycotic child immitation. Looking around, you quickly make up your mind on where to go.

You decide to go to:

The nearest bathroom

You’ve always been one for adventure: how about that inn with the sign hanging askew?