Improvising

...Nothing. This was the spot in the park where the portal spit you out and nothing. You should of been able to slip back into the real world but nothing happens. Still in the park, still summer, still in the weird city full of women either pregnant or mostly naked. Why didn't it work?

You step back and try running through the spot again, and still nothing happens when you keep going all the way through it. In a sick way it sort of makes sense. These portals, if they were somewhere so obvious as a public park people would fall through them all the time. If you want to go back home, you may have to find another abandoned mirror maze.

So you pause, and wait. Alright - so what to do. You have no ID that they'll accept, no money that they'll accept, no records that they'll recognise, no address that works, and no knowledge of this world's history that's really worth a damn. The good news is that the weather is warm, the night is only just starting, and you're a healthy male in a world where women greatly outnumber men too the point that there's been a major shift in sexual attitudes. To the point where Monogamy and most forms of public decency no longer exist.

It reminds you of the stories of that homeless guy who revealed his strategy of getting roofs over his head on cold nights by cleaning up and picking up chicks. How was it said, 'just don't look homeless and things usually worked out'. That's in your advantage, that's something you can use.

Alright, so think - how are you going to survive this with no money, ID, or address?

Well, you have an idea. It's not a good idea, but if you're going to survive you are going to have to run with this.

You take off all of your clothes, stuffing them into the knot of a tree to recover them later. It's not like most of them would do you any good anyway. Then you reach down to the dirt and rub it over your arms and body while walking through shrubs on purpose for the scratches and cuts. Next is the hard part. Grabbing a rock, you gives yourself some hits on the head, pretty hard. Your body won't let you give yourself a concussion but enough for bruising to start. You decide thats all you need anyway.

Then, quietly, you slip close to a park path when nobody seems to be watching and lay down on the ground behind some bushes and fake being ****. Closing your eyes as a warm summer night starts, the laying down makes the day rest in your bones and it takes genuine effort to not fall asleep.

Now you just have to wait until someone sees you, and on a lark you wonder if there's Law and Order on this world. It truly would be a tragedy if there was no Jerry Orbach.

This could work, this really could work.