You aren't sure where you ended up. Not at all. It is completely alien and unfamiliar, a dreamlike state, but too real and visceral.
And you aren't alone.
You're on the streets of some shit-ass town, hungry and alone. Everything looks so much bigger. No wait, you're smaller. This place, it's like some funhouse version of your own memory.
There's a woman offering you some food. You know her, that sly grin, tousled red hair, glinting eyes like a shark's, "Hey there, little one. You want somethin to eat?" She's dressed nice, a red dress, heels, a leather jacket that... wait, that's your jacket. She's packing a gun in there, you know it.
What do you do?