I stumbled out of the brick wall. For one, that shouldn't've been possible. Two...that shouldn't've been possible. "This is crazy," I muttered. I looked around. What were those? I lived in the age of flying cars and glowing books and teleportation. Not the age of cars - on ground? and- was that a stone statuette?
"Help!" someone called into the mist, standing outside their door.
"Who are you?" I yelled back.
"A clockmaker. Need a watch?"
What is a watch?
"Why would I need this... watch?" I said, disgusted.
"To tell the time?" he replied. I groaned and stalked closer to the man, who I now realized was holding a plush dog.
"And why would you need to tell time?" He slammed the door in my face. I stepped back, surprised.
The door opened again - one last time - and the blue plush dog came flying at my face. I swiped my hand to the side, moving it out the way.
"Ow!" It had it me. Square in the face. Add that to my list of things that shouldn't be possible, I thought.
"YOU ARE AN UNGUARDED, UNTAMED BARBARIAN!" The man just laughed. I could hear him from inside, then the mad ticking of thousands of the things he made - bugs? No, clocks. And watches, whatever those were.
I retreated from the door, instead following the crowd of people .
"What are you-"
BAM! Something hit me, and everything went black.
This wasn't a dream, I tried to convince myself. My father was sitting and crying, and my mother - MIA, like the past fifteen years of my life. asd fasdf asdf asdf a