Go to the house, probably.

Elm figured the best course of action was to go to the house that seemed to be at the center of all this. He looked at himself in the hotel bathroom mirror, ensuring he was at least still himself.

The reflection caught back the same soft features of Elm's face, the brown eyes, shaggy-ish hair of the same color, and a not-much-of-anything build that accompanied his height of about 5' 11". At least he was still himself.

He stepped out finding a much better-conditioned version of his 2010 Honda Civic. He started his drive out of the town he was in and saw what should have been impossible. People from movies, tv shows, anime, games, and probably just about any piece of fiction were walking around the place. Granted they weren't populating the street; but, he could defiantly tell them apart like what was . . . what was a group of female superheroes in dominatrix outfits? This was getting weirder by the minute.

Elm followed his directions to the house, which thankfully was just an hour drive. Allowing him enough time to come to some grip of what was happening. Which actually, what was happening? It felt like he was in one of those parallel universes that someone from a science fiction story ends up in. One where things are mostly the same but something big is defiantly different. He didn't like it, it just made him feel like he had gone mad. Mabey he had gone mad. Mabey he was going to wake up in a straight jacket in a padded cell. That honestly might be preferable.

He soon arrived in the town where his "home" sat in. It seemed like one of those quaint towns they advertise in a relator commercial. Mountains surrounded the entire place with thick green forests and warm sunshine raining down from the skies. At least one thing felt right. However, there was still the thing of those characters that defiantly shouldn't be there. He tried not to think about it too much and just head directly to the house.

It was tucked behind a hill in the back of the town and holy shit was it big. It would have probably been more apt to call it a castle than a house as Elm drove his car up the drive way. Stepping out of the car the air was nice and fresher than it was back where he worked at.

A loud metal bang rang out sharply from behind where Elm stood causing him to jump.