He looked at the two girls having a conversation through the window, standing amidst the azalea bushes he had oh-so-incredibly found himself in a few minutes ago.

One minute, he had been sitting on a small rocky ledge overlooking the creek that they had made camp on for the night, playing his small ocarina softly, enjoying the calm, clear night. Then he blinked, opened his eyes, and found a faceful of leaves in front of him, and the camp nowhere to be seen.

Once he managed to settle down as much as could be expected, his stability was uprooted once again. He had looked through the nearest window, expecting an empty room, and instead, he found his good friend Gweneth sitting there, calm as can be, speaking softly with some agitated, strange-looking girl.

None of this makes any sense!

Feeling that his mind would explode if things didn’t go back to normal in a few seconds, he did the only sensible thing he could and sat down to settle into playing his ocarina.