When Bob awoke, he found himself in some nightmarish Dr. Seuss book.  He sat up and looked around.  He was no longer in Philadelphia, that was for sure.  His head was pounding from a hangover, so he must have slept for some time, but were it not for that, he would not have believed that he was awake.  He was outdoors next to some sort of disgustingly colored pond in the middle of a bunch of black trees with purple leaves and red fruit.  The vegetation had bizarre colors with odd flowers.  Strange sounds from animals he had never heard filled the air and he swore he was being watched.  The entire place was humid and smelled like the mens’ room at an Eagles game.  Where on earth was he?  He had no idea, so he tried to think about the last thing he remembered before finding himself here.  He was working on that old gypsy’s sink and… ugh, he had been so drunk that when he stood up he puked up his breakfast of Slim Jims and Schlitz malt liquor all over that gypsy.  And that’s when she cursed him.  Yeah, he remembered that now.  Everything had faded out after that though and he couldn’t remember anything else until he woke up here, wherever ‘here’ was.  He thought he was either in some strange dream, or maybe that gypsy had just dumped him in a forest in New Jersey.  Well, not much else to do but figure out where he was. He noticed his toolbox had somehow made it with him, and he grabbed it before exploring the area.  Not far away he found a road of dark red earth.   This was too weird.  He checked his cell phone.  No service.  Great, he was probably even farther away than he thought.  That gypsy may have drugged him and dumped him someplace in West Virginia. At the sound of approaching horse hooves, Bob wisely stepped out of the road, and a horse drawn cart approached with a driver clad in green colors with a funny hat.  He slowed as he pulled up next to Bob and stopped, greeting him in some strange language.  Seeing that Bob didn’t understand him, he waved his hands, muttering some odd words, and then he spoke again.  His speech came out in English, but there was a bit of a delay and his words didn’t match his sounds, sort of like watching martial arts films dubbed in English. “Say, friend, what are you doing here?  This is not a very friendly part of the world, and you don’t look like you’re from around here by your strange garb,” he said, gesturing to Bob's clothes. “Uh, no, I’m not from here.  Where am I?” Bob asked. “Why, you’re in the forests of Nocturnus.  How’d you get here?” the man asked. “I don’t really know,” said Bob, squinting his eyes from the hangover pain in his head.  “I got cursed by a gypsy, and, well, here I am.  Is Nocturnus near Philly at all?” he asked. “I don’t know where this Philly is, but I can take you with me to Albion, where you can get some help.  Hop on in.”  He gestured to the cart behind him, filled with crates and sacks.  “Mind where you sit, I have some expensive spell components in there.”  Bob looked around, and, hearing some growling from the brush where some weird whitish dog looking things were, decided to take the ride offered. Bob climbed on board with a “Thanks,” and thought to himself: ‘Spell components?  Is this guy one of those LARPer freaks?', but decided not to comment, happy to be free of this weird area. He watched as the landscapes rolled by, but the scenery was far from normal.  Strange birds flew through the air with calls he had never heard, and there weren’t any airplanes or traffic around.  For that matter, there weren’t any electric lights anywhere.  Bob checked his cell phone.  Still no service.  He was definitely going to pad his hours and charge mileage when he billed that gypsy. Bob's journey continues!