John blinked as his eyes came into focus. Where was he? What was he doing in this human place, amidst the ruin of human clothes?
Standing up, the young faun shook the remnants of his former clothes away from him and stared about. He didn't understand why humans wore such clothes and shoes, they were so restricting. Where was his panpipe? Where were his friends?
He didnt remember how he had come here, but something was vaguely familiar about this place. Perhaps it was the scent of horses and other barnyard creatures that he tended among his faun brethren back home. He started towards them when his hoof clicked against a box full of curious vials.
Picking them up, John, or Jon as he now called himself, wondered what to do...