[danny was on his way back home from his weekly appointment with dr. evans. his cane was folded away and tucked in his back jeans pocket, and he was using his hand to guide along the buildings as he headed home. his ma was cooking for the whole family, and even jay was stopping by, so he was eager to get back.

He was coming up on the little market, planning on grabbing a granny smith apple as he went by, when there was a shift---and everything seemed to change suddenly. there wasn't brick under his fingers, in fact there wasn't anything but air, and he came to an abrupt stop. he couldn't smell the crates of fresh fruit that usually stood outside the store. he couldn't hear the bustling sounds coming from the street.

Wherever this was, it sounded like there were people, like a crowded night at peitro's. was it some kind of prank? was larry breaking his balls over the blood oath thing? god, he was such a pussy sometimes.

He gave a nervous chuckle, and felt around his immediate area, managing to bump into the corner of a table.]

Right. Okay, Larry, this---this is a good one. [he couldn't smell his usual cologne close by though. he was starting to get a little annoyed now.]

Seriously. That's enough.

[okay. maybe this wasn't a practical joke of some kind. he raised his voice a little, hoping to catch anyone's attention.]

Excuse me, does anyone want to tell me where the hell I am?