I woke up, once again. I'm getting tired of being knocked out.
I looked around me though, and I was back on earth! Wait, I need to check first.
"Hey! Do the people here speak English?!"
Everyone stared at me, some laughed and others looked almost scared, but one man, around my age approached me. "Yeah, this is England, mate," he then placed a hand on my shoulder, sighed, and asked as politely as he could "where's your house?"
"Wh-why..?" I responded cautiously
"So I can give you a lift, why else? You look hungover, have a tired voice, AND you just shouted in the middle of Bristol, asking if anyone here spoke English"
"O-oh" there's nothing I can say to that "I live at———————, can you take me there?"
"Sure, mate, just follow me to my car" he responded as he walked away.
I walked a bit behind him, and after walking for what felt like hours, we reached his car. " 'ere we are, my pride an' joy, come in" he gestured with his arm toward the seat as he opened the door on the passenger side. His car didn't look fancy, but it looked pretty good for a guy like him to own. I don't wanna sound rude, but he doesn't exactly look employed. I'm not really one to judge though, given the state I'm in.