Both his heart and mind were racing with questions as he struggled to figure out how it was he managed to get himself into this situation. He couldn't understand why he was in this place and was even less sure of how to return home. The only thing certain was that he had a pounding headache from the brilliant lights and the noise wasn't helping much either. There were all sorts of strange scents in the air and even stranger people in the streets. It was truly unlike anything he'd ever experienced before and it wasn't exactly pleasant as the atmosphere completely and thoroughly overloaded his senses.

No matter where he looked the path seemed to be illuminated by colour. Even the rain dampened asphalt reflected light, but at least he could be thankful the showers had stopped since stumbling into the strange and crowded street.

Percival pulled himself away from the tight flow of pedestrian traffic and gave himself a moment to breath more freely in his moment of dysphoria.