Remus tucks his leather journal neatly into his book bag, momentarily pausing to fiddle with the various straps and buckles to retrieve his keys. After having spent the day looking for answers as to his recent residence in this city, he only found himself with more questions. It seemed that the sheep he had encountered upon arrival was not, in fact, a solitary incident, and the creatures seemed to partially manage the entirety of the town.
Remus thought it better than to ask questions about that, because he was a werewolf professor and really had no right to question such absurd things. He simply packed his things, bid the sheep in the park a due in the sheep language he apparently now knew, and began his trek home. Wanting nothing more than a nice, long nap, he barely registered the room to which he had began to enter, nor the fact that it was surely not his own.
“Whoa.” is all he can manage to say, eyes glazing over the various pieces of machinery spread across the room and the bright light of the computer screen near the center of the strange, metallic nest. Coming from a land in which a TV was more of a rarity than the existence of say, giant squid, he found himself speechless for the first time in a long while.
