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The place where he had been dropped seemed to be very odd indeed. From the climate and the sky above he would assume it to be the Netherlands, maybe somewhere else in Europe during a snowspell; but the people around him were varied in race, clothing, accent (he also noticed, with a wrinkle of his nose, that a lot of them were considerably younger than he was)...and the architecture was not familiar at all. Jeremy stood up and brushed himself off. This is what happens when you drink too much, you big fucking idiot, the voice in his head that sounded a lot like Diana chided him. To his luck, they seemed to be speaking English...or, were they? He realised he didn't quite recognise every sound around him, yet he understood perfectly. He stepped back and pressed himself to a wall, watching people pass and trying to work out what the hell was going on. Dorothy, you're not in Kansas anymore. If it was a whiskey-induced nightmare, it was very lifelike. He decided he'd do what he'd always wanted to do in a lucid dream. Stop someone and ask them about their life, see if they repeated back a parroted version of his own, or see if his brain was capable of making entirely original individuals. "Hey- Hey you--" He said to each person passing, waiting until someone responded to him. JEREMY In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem. Government is the solution to our problem.