Electricity, how he's missed you.
The first thing Arthur realized, was that he was still alive. 'Oh, good,' he thought before standing up and making sure all of his limbs still worked. So far, so good. He knew he was in a different place, of course, there were no buildings or cobblestone walkways in prehistoric Earth. In fact... It almost looked like home.
He had woken with a terribly good scream of realization that morning, as he had every morning for the past... what was it now? Three years! After his usual morning scream, which you would think he would have stopped by now and remembered that falling asleep in a cave meant waking up in a cave, he would scratch out another mark on the wall. Arthur stretched and wandered out of the cave, stroking his beard as if pondering the meaning of life (42) or when the universe would end (though he'd been there and had a rather nice salad) but mostly he was checking for bugs and trying to recall the name of what it was he was stroking. He did a lot of talking to himself and to trees, which he had carved the word "tree" into so as not to forget. On a normal morning, Arthur would pick up his spear and towel and head down to the river for a morning bath and breakfast... but this day was different. There was something new
Arthur had picked up his towel and his spear, walking closer to the strange portal. 'What kind of idiot', he thought thinking himself clever for a moment, 'would step into something like this without a weapon?' And then he thought 'Well, what kind of idiot would step into something like this at all? He probably deserves whatever is going to get him on the other side anyhow!' And so, with that thought, he didn't step in.
Arthur Dent jumped.
The poor man looked a right mess, long beard and long stringy auburn hair. His green robe was tattered along with his other pyjamas. He was barefoot. Arthur picked his towel up from off the ground, worn and dirty like the rest of him, throwing it across his shoulder. He kept a firm, near white knuckled grip on his spear. It took a few moments for him to realize this was where that strange portal had placed him. Where ever here was. He looked around. He saw a street lamp. Arthur ran up to it and hugged it, trying very hard not to weep and failing. He couldn't remember exactly what the name of the thing he was latching onto was... But it was not a tree and it was something he did recognize from home. Whatever it was, he missed it.
He had woken with a terribly good scream of realization that morning, as he had every morning for the past... what was it now? Three years! After his usual morning scream, which you would think he would have stopped by now and remembered that falling asleep in a cave meant waking up in a cave, he would scratch out another mark on the wall. Arthur stretched and wandered out of the cave, stroking his beard as if pondering the meaning of life (42) or when the universe would end (though he'd been there and had a rather nice salad) but mostly he was checking for bugs and trying to recall the name of what it was he was stroking. He did a lot of talking to himself and to trees, which he had carved the word "tree" into so as not to forget. On a normal morning, Arthur would pick up his spear and towel and head down to the river for a morning bath and breakfast... but this day was different. There was something new
Arthur had picked up his towel and his spear, walking closer to the strange portal. 'What kind of idiot', he thought thinking himself clever for a moment, 'would step into something like this without a weapon?' And then he thought 'Well, what kind of idiot would step into something like this at all? He probably deserves whatever is going to get him on the other side anyhow!' And so, with that thought, he didn't step in.
Arthur Dent jumped.
The poor man looked a right mess, long beard and long stringy auburn hair. His green robe was tattered along with his other pyjamas. He was barefoot. Arthur picked his towel up from off the ground, worn and dirty like the rest of him, throwing it across his shoulder. He kept a firm, near white knuckled grip on his spear. It took a few moments for him to realize this was where that strange portal had placed him. Where ever here was. He looked around. He saw a street lamp. Arthur ran up to it and hugged it, trying very hard not to weep and failing. He couldn't remember exactly what the name of the thing he was latching onto was... But it was not a tree and it was something he did recognize from home. Whatever it was, he missed it.