‘This is either some very far away place, cut off from the rest of the world, or…’ pausing for a moment, Gorn took a deep breath. ‘Or I was transported to a different world, exactly like in those novels I used to read…’

There were a multitude of similarities in structures, vehicles, clothes, and so on, yet still, everything appeared to be different.

‘What happened to me? How did I get here?’

The last thing he could remember was browsing on the internet before falling asleep. There were no signs of being kidnapped by the use of force, or drugs. Not even something magical like a portal appearing in his room, and absorbing him to this location.

Nothing.

Currently, he had absolutely no clues as to how or why he was there. Some wild ideas came to his mind, but there was no real evidence to support any of them. Because his thoughts were quickly becoming a mess, Gorn stopped pondering over something that he had absolutely no proof about as of that moment.

‘No matter what, I first need to gather some information.’

Clenching his fists, Gorn felt excitement running through his veins. Solid information was a must at this point. Running left and right could allow him to discover a few things, however, that wasn’t the smartest thing to do, and he knew it.

Walking around like a chicken, with no real idea about what was going on, could prove to be very dangerous.

Taking one more glance at the far away gigantic mountains, and trees, Gorn quickly returned to the house where he woke up.

‘There is no one here yet…good.’

Unlike the guy that ran like a car, his body seemed to be that of a normal human. No extraordinary speed, strength, or anything supernatural.

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‘What now?’

The answer to that question quickly came to his mind. ‘Now, it’s time to act like nothing unusual happened.’

A simple and efficient strategy since he appeared to be part of the family, and no visible signs of hostility could be seen.

Cleaning the mess he caused with the mirror, Gorn took a few more glances throughout the small house, then went to ‘his’ room, waiting patiently.

Slowly, but surely, the time started to tick away. While waiting, Gorn prepared himself for various bad situations.

‘If things will get very out of hand because of my lack of information, telling them that my head hurts, and I don’t feel that well should be a decent strategy.’

If he was really part of the family, this kind of approach was almost surely to work to some degree.

‘I doubt that will be the case,’ thought Gorn, analyzing some information he already knew.

The fact that he had a room of his own, and was present in that family photo, was more than enough information to rule out some worst case scenarios.

‘Was I adopted into this kind of family? If that’s the case, where was I before? Is this really my body? It appears to be a somewhat younger ‘me’…'

Just by looking at that photo, he was more inclined to go for the ‘adoption’ theory. Firstly, he knew very well his real family, and secondly, his appearance was rather different from the rest of them. If it wasn’t for the strange situation, such questions would be quite silly.

Gorn waited patiently. People weren’t killing each-other on the streets, and he already had a place that could be called a base. In short, there was no need for haste, which could potentially ruin his situation. At least, not at the moment.

‘What a bizarre situation… Interesting…’ a sense of adventure and curiosity built up in his heart, overcoming a great part of the negative emotions.

After a few hours, Gorn could finally hear some movements inside the house.

‘Someone came,’ his heart started to beat faster, and it got a little harder to keep a straight face.

After hearing a few more noises, it became quiet once again. A few dozen minutes ticked away, but no one came to his room, nor did he hear anything else.

‘Should I go check things out?’

Gorn felt that it wasn’t the right time for that, so he waited patiently. The chances of the other party being strangers, or robbers, were very unlikely. There was hardly anything that looked of great value inside the house, not to mention that it was basically in the middle of the day.

Just in case, Gorn already envisioned himself going for the wooden chair next to him, and smacking it into the head of whatever enemy might appear.

After a few dozen minutes, the sound of the front door could be heard yet again. This time, it was accompanied by a loud voice.

“I am hooome!”