As he felt the air spin around him, he stood up. He could no longer see anything except the pocket watch that he had been swinging above his head. It helped him relax, but he had not wound the old clock in several days, and it was getting slow. As he looked at it now, he realized the arms of the clock had melded into a number. Four numbers. 1264. He didn't know what they meant, nor what was happening, but he knew one thing. He was going to find out. He took a step foreword, and felt a million bricks crumble around him, as though stepping out of a bubble. Suddenly, he was inside a tent like area. as he stepped out of the tent, many of the strange people looked up at him. "Where am I?" He asked sl