Jimbo Fisher stands on a white line. He is compelled to be here, a place he does not recognize, for reasons he does not understand. Fisher scans his surroundings and spots an odd object a few yards to his right. He walks over to it, crouches down and picks it up. When he stands up again, he notices that not far off there’s a collection of individuals milling around in a vague half-circle. He strides toward them.
“Hello,” Jimbo says.
“Who are you?” asks a young man. He is wearing the same clothing as the men pacing uncertainly around him.