Prologue

This isn’t my house. I was just turning because the kettle was whistling for me an instant before, and now I’m… somewhere else? I turn left to right. I see a door. White walls. I turn and this still isn’t my damn house.

“What in the—?”

A flat spreads out around me, clean and empty. The light is on. The walls are white, and made of something that looks vaguely like plastic. I recognize that the thing in front of me is a door because it looks like a lift entrance, with a slit in the middle. Behind me, the rest of the room awaits in sterile silence. The more my eyes wander and the more I notice anomalies. What should be a kitchen, to my right when I turn, sports several implements I do not recognize. The eating spot is a low surface with several large pillows encircling a wood table. There seems to be a sort of work office to my left from the desks and what looks like a futuristic screen. A narrow set of stairs in the middle leads up to a mezzanine. 

There is a table next to me with electronics of a brand and make I’ve never seen before. And definitely no kettle.

There are windows behind me. They lead to distant walls and square windows. It’s apparently night outside.

Suddenly, there is a great din. Sounds like horns blaring all together with other strange instruments. Drums. I hear the distant pop of fireworks and for a while, the clinical white of the room fills with colors. It keeps going for a while, and this makes me realize a few things.

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One, I’m not in England anymore. 

Two, I’m trespassing. This is a home. Not mine.

Three, how the bloody hell am I here? I’m still holding my cup like some kind of idiot. Right. What do I do? I’m lost. I shouldn’t be here. If one is lost, one should stay where they are and await rescue. However, one should also attempt not to commit indictable offenses whenever possible. I’ll probably get more help if I’m not criming. I can probably find some help outside. Approaching the door, I find a panel to the right, just an ugly rectangle with some sort of rectangle. I tap it.

Nothing happens.

Outside, the party continues. Something flies by the window at a good speed. I tap again, push, swipe, press. Nothing works.

“Well.”