Characters: Link and whoever comes across him
Time: Late afternoon, a few hours after Link appeared in Chicago
Location: Not far from the AT&T plaza.
Content: Link tries to figure out what to do next.
Format: Prose
Warnings: None
Link was wandering around the area that was near the large metal sculpture he had appeared at earlier in the day. It was starting to get cold and dark out, and he really needed to find a proper place to stay. Camping out on the benches here would probably be a really bad idea.
But the boy didn't even know where to start. Sighing in frustration, he sat down on the nearest bench and looked around at all the signs around the area, trying in vain to read the unfamiliar, confusing language written on them. There was no way he'd be able to find his way around this town if he couldn't even read the signs.
Now what? Link could probably contact someone with the weird communication device and ask for directions to the nearest shelter, which would probably be very difficult due to the language gap. Or he could ask someone around here, someone had to be able to help.