[Six months since he suddenly appeared in this mysterious world, where he knew no one and could only speak -- but not read -- the language here. In those months, he's learned a few things. One, the planet is called Earth. Two, the calender system here is similar to the one in Luceti, as are the years and many of the holidays and customs. And three, no one in New York wants to take in an illiterate boy who can't even tell you what year it is with "dyed" green hair. He's been dying it brown for three months now.]
[It's a strange place, and he's still not used to it, but something drives him to keep going. He had resigned to his fate when they were told about being returned to their own worlds. And though he knows deep down he could have done something, perhaps at least tried, to earn the right to stay in Luceti... without everyone he knew and loved, what point would there have been?]
[So why was he still trying so hard?]
[It was Sunday. He just finished his last paper route, and actually made a little more money than usual... or maybe his boss just pitied him. This was about the only job he could get, given his lack of proper identification. Plus it was convenient -- he worked early in the morning and could just nap around the city all day. Right now, he was napping in a coffee shop, a cup of hot chocolate sitting in front of him.]
New York City - Modern Day
[Six months since he suddenly appeared in this mysterious world, where he knew no one and could only speak -- but not read -- the language here. In those months, he's learned a few things. One, the planet is called Earth. Two, the calender system here is similar to the one in Luceti, as are the years and many of the holidays and customs. And three, no one in New York wants to take in an illiterate boy who can't even tell you what year it is with "dyed" green hair. He's been dying it brown for three months now.]
[It's a strange place, and he's still not used to it, but something drives him to keep going. He had resigned to his fate when they were told about being returned to their own worlds. And though he knows deep down he could have done something, perhaps at least tried, to earn the right to stay in Luceti... without everyone he knew and loved, what point would there have been?]
[So why was he still trying so hard?]
[It was Sunday. He just finished his last paper route, and actually made a little more money than usual... or maybe his boss just pitied him. This was about the only job he could get, given his lack of proper identification. Plus it was convenient -- he worked early in the morning and could just nap around the city all day. Right now, he was napping in a coffee shop, a cup of hot chocolate sitting in front of him.]