This wasn't New York. That was obvious, and Karel had no idea how he'd gotten here.
He'd spent the day exploring, followed around by the dog who'd been in his room. Trying to figure it out, Karel now knew that he was at a place called Fandom Island, just outside of Baltimore, and that there was a big castle on one side- apparently a boarding school. Oh, and there were green deer, here. At least he thought they were green; the dog had chased happily after every one they came across.
After the tour, Karel and the dog returned to the building he'd woken in. His name was on the mailbox (or, the Americanized version, at least) so he didn't feel too guilty about staying here until he figured things out. Or, that's what he'd tell anyone who asked; he actually felt very little guilt. Being 18 was magical like that.
He'd fed himself and the dog from the odd food in the fridge and was now sitting on the front stoop, smoking as he watched the streets be empty and clean. Something he didn't see much of back home.
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He'd spent the day exploring, followed around by the dog who'd been in his room. Trying to figure it out, Karel now knew that he was at a place called Fandom Island, just outside of Baltimore, and that there was a big castle on one side- apparently a boarding school. Oh, and there were green deer, here. At least he thought they were green; the dog had chased happily after every one they came across.
After the tour, Karel and the dog returned to the building he'd woken in. His name was on the mailbox (or, the Americanized version, at least) so he didn't feel too guilty about staying here until he figured things out. Or, that's what he'd tell anyone who asked; he actually felt very little guilt. Being 18 was magical like that.
He'd fed himself and the dog from the odd food in the fridge and was now sitting on the front stoop, smoking as he watched the streets be empty and clean. Something he didn't see much of back home.
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