The park, Saturday morning

[never_dull]

Hannibal had no idea where he was. It looked European, but the signs were in English. It certainly wasn't anywhere in Lithuania, let alone near the orphanage. After a while slinking through the town, he'd eventually given up and found a secluded space between some bushes in a park to sleep.

Now he was sitting with his back to a tree, eating one of his purloined apples and watching the flamingos and ducks.

[OOC: Open park!]