You pull the piece of paper that has the book written on it out of your bag; it's wrinkled slightly, and you smooth it out against a bookshelf. Growing Up Rome . Right, that should be around here somewhere-- you hold your phone up to the book spines, walking, walking, walking...

Ah. Got it. You reach out to grab the book when suddenly a rushing sound fills the air. A light suddenly fills the room in a blinding blaze, and you can't see anything. An odd, tingling sensation sweeps through your body, and the floor seems to be shaking--

The shaking stops, and you slowly open your eyes. The sun beats down from overhead, and you feel the weight of your jacket pressing down into your back. You shrug it off and look around you, your eyes widening in amazement as you do so. You appear to be sitting beneath a tree at the edge of a town. Togaed men and women call to each other, children dart underfoot, and the echoing cries of vendors bounce off the rough stone walls. How did you get here? Is this a dream?

Panic clenches in your chest, and you stay completely frozen beneath the tree. If anyone sees you, you'll be sure to cause a big commotion; but if you leave, there's the chance that someone will see you anyway...and where would you go?