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Sonny had no idea where he was.
A minute ago he had been on Venice beach roller skating out his sadness and trying to come to terms with the fact that the woman he loved was actually Terpsichore the Greek Muse of Dance and Chorus. But here he was now, stranded somehow on a rocky and barren terrain in the middle of nowhere. God he was freezing in his red short shorts and Hawaiian shirt.
Is this really where Kira was?
He figured that Mount Olympus or wherever the muses and gods hang out would look something a bit more like his mural. More neon colors and maybe a few marble columns here and there. Maybe even just an empty void filled with bright colors and disembodied British voices.
Well maybe the disembodied British voices theory wasn’t that far off, as Sonny heard something in the distance. He would have to investigate, though there was no way he would be able to make anywhere in these damned roller skates of his. Hopefully these Brits were friendly. And hopefully they had shoes and a coat to spare. Grabbing his skates and tying the laces together, Sonny ran off to the east, with the hope of seeing Kira again pushing him onward through this arctic desert.
After a short hike, Sonny came upon what looked to be a large old-timey looking campground. Tents were scattered across the plain, with what appeared to be lifeboats stored around the border.
There was no way that this was Mount Olympus, Sonny thought to himself, continuing onward to the camp. But at least they probably have food and clothes that I can borrow until I can find another portal back home.
As he slowly approached the camp, he saw a man appear from behind a tent. He was wearing what appeared to be an old bright red military jacket, and to Sonny’s shock, was holding a gun. The man appeared startled by Sonny’s presence and immediately grabbed his rifle before firing a shot near Sonny’s feet.
Jumping half out of his skin, Sonny immediately put his hands up in a motion of surrender, dropping his roller skates in the process.
“Woah Woah Woah man. Don’t shoot! Don’t Shoot!” Sonny shouted. “What the hell man? I’m English -- A Friend -- I’m whatever you want me to be, just don’t shoot.”
The gunman dropped his defensive position, but continued to point the rifle at Sonny. The man yelled out, “Who are you? Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”
“Um my name is Sonny,” He replied, thrilled that the gunman at least appeared to understand English. Thank God. “Where are we? And who are you?”
“Where are we?” The gunman repeated, almost mockingly. “We are at Terror Camp on King William’s Island. Northern Canada.”
At that moment, a second man ran up through the tents. He had the strangest facial hair that Sonny had ever seen, and that’s coming from a man who has lived off of Venice beach his whole life. The man was also wearing an old Military jacket, but his was more of an ankle length black jacket, of which Sonny immediately became extremely jealous of while dealing with this freezing weather.
“Sergeant Tozer, what is the meaning of this?” The new man ran up to the gunman shouting.
“Well Lieutenant, I’m just a little concerned about this,” The Gunman, who was apparently named Tozer replied, pointing his rifle towards Sonny, who was still standing with his hands raised in shock.
The Lieutenant, finally noticing Sonny’s presence, stood shocked. “My God!?! Who is that?”
“My name is Sonny, sir,” Sonny chattered in response. The cold seemed to finally be getting to him after all. “I come in peace, I just would love some help. And maybe a blanket or coat if you have one.”
“Tozer, keep an eye on him. I’m going to alert the captains.” The Lieutenant directed at his fellow man before running back into the camp.
Sonny looked back at the man named Tozer, who still had his gun pointed directly at him. “Hey man, I mean no trouble. I’m just looking for Kira and a way to go home. Then I’ll leave you all alone.”
“No one named Kira here, mate,” Tozer replied.
Sonny stared back at him in alarm. He could understand being sent through a weird portal and ending up in the Arctic, but now this crossed a line he couldn’t comprehend. Where was Kira? If Kira wasn’t here, then what was the point of being sent here? Did he accidentally invent time travel? God how was he going to get back in time for the opening night of Xanadu? Could he actually ever get home? What would Danny do without him?!?
Suddenly a new group of men appeared led by the Lieutenant from before, pulling Sonny out of his spiraling breakdown.
“At ease, Sergeant,” one of the men called out, slowly approaching Sonny, with a curious look. Sonny detected the hint of an Irish accent. He was stouter than the rest, and wearing a bulky canvas coat much unlike the dark blue coats of the others who joined him. He seemed to have an air of importance, perhaps he was the leader?
The man continued, “Someone get this man a blanket, or a coat. He’s obviously freezing out here in his pants and socks. You, sir, who are you? And might I ask, how did you end up here? I can’t imagine that you could have come from very far away, dressed the way that you are?”
“I --- I honestly have no idea,” Sonny stuttered out, the shivers finally taking hold. “I was just skating down Venice beach and now I’m here. I just wanted to find Kira.”
“Venice Beach?” The man questioned. “In Italy? How on Earth did you get here?”
“Not Italy! California!” Sonny replied, just as another man with the thickest sideburns that Sonny had ever seen appeared with a blanket. He quickly nodded his thanks before immediately wrapping it around himself, praying that it would help subside the brutal shivers that were wracking his body.
“California? The American Territory?” The newcomer questioned. “But that’s impossible!”
“It wouldn’t be the first impossible thing that we have come across on this journey, Mr. Goodsir,” The other man continued. “What’s your name lad?”
“Sonny. Sonny Malone.”
“Well Sonny, I’m Captain Francis Crozier and as confused as we all are about this situation, I’m sure you freezing to death out here will do us no good. Let’s get you warmed up and in some decent clothes, and then we will finish this interrogation.”
Sonny silently nodded in response before following Crozier’s lead toward the crowd of hollow-faced men and the forest of gray tents that lay in wait behind them. The faster this got taken care of, the faster Sonny would be able to make it back to Kira. And ideally, somewhere much much warmer.