[ The kind of world Kisame is describing sounds... dated, if Daniel is honest. He can't remember a world without the dependent reliance on trains and cars, even bicycles - for years before he was even born it's been that way - but the mention of horseback has him raising his eyebrows. He does have a good point about the linear quality of the tracks, though, the need to walk between stations, the fact that railroads take so long to build.... Nothing more annoying than needing to get somewhere between stops and having to hail a cab. Expensive, too.

He laughs a bit, conceding to Kisame's reasoning. ]

I'd get pretty tired walking everywhere, I think, but you've got a point.

[ He looks at the map at the next comment, trying to see where this stop is in relation to the others near to it, but there's so little information actually in the words on the map that he struggles to parse even a little bit of it. This place is confusing in the strangest way. ]

Yeah.. and something about this place makes me feel like I.. should be here? Like it's right that I got here, I belong here. [ He scrunches up his nose, because that's a weird enough experience as it is for him. ] I just don't know where the fuck here is, or if there's anyone I know here. And its wigging me out. Did you feel anything strange when you got here, or before then?