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I wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary today, but did that happen to change fast.
I was just walking along the sidewalk when all of a sudden I hear an odd sound from above and suddenly I'm pushed to the ground, scraping my hands in the process.
I cry out and my whole body is just squished by a large something that had fallen from the sky.
I hear a groan and panic. That something had turned out to be a someone.
I quickly move enough to where I can see that the person laying on me is a man. A man dressed in black leather. I can't see his face, but he seems like an older man.
"Holy shit are you alright?"
I questioned wondering if the man was a jumper and had just tried to end his life, then I recalled quickly I was in the damn park surrounded by nothing but trees.
Moving more out from underneath him I noticed that when he rolled over onto his back and I could see his face, I knew this man.
"Oh my God. No fucking way. Charles Dance?"
I questioned both my brows set as high on my forehead as they'd go and my eyes wide. Charles opened his eyes and looked around before slowly sitting up.
"Where am I?" He questioned as he looked around and then at me. "Who are you?"
I could only look at him. Was he serious right now? Did he honestly not know where he was? I knew the man was nearing seventy but I would have at least hoped that he wasn't loosing his memory just yet.
"Mr. Dance, you're -- "
"Mr. Dance? Girl, do you not know who I am?"
I stopped blinking as I looked at him confused. Why was he speaking like - wait no - why was he dresses and speaking like his character Tywin Lannister? I noticed the Hand of the King pendant that was placed there on his chest. What the hell was going on?
"I - uh - Lord Tywin Lannister?"
I questioned not really knowing what else to say. He scoffed and looked at me just as oddly as I him.
"You sound very odd. You're not from Westroes. Girl, where are you from?"
"...Here?"
Tywin then took a moment to take in his surroundings before he looked back at me.
"We are not in the Westroes? Where are we then?"
"Uh... America?"
"What?"
He snapped giving me a rather scary look showing telltale signs that he was not pleased with the answer.
"What type of game are you playing girl? There's no America. I won't ask again, tell me where we are!"
Tywin threatened causing me to swallow the sip in the back of my throat as I just looked at him trying to figure out how the hell any of this was happening or how it had. But instead of actually doing that my brain betrayed me and instead I thought about how God damn hot this old man was sitting before me...
