“Isoide! Isoide kōdō shinakereba narimasen, shōgun ga kuru no ni kare wa fumandesu”
Jon realized very quickly his translator wasn’t working.
He looked down and noticed he was wearing his childhood PJ’s that had yellow ducks all over them. Something he knew Japanese people in the 1600’s would not be very accepting of seeing in public.
This was probably the reason the man standing in front of him was yelling in Jon’s direction.
Jon shrugged, pointed at his ears and mouthed, “I don’t understand.”
The man grabbed him by the arm and hurried him into the next room, which was much, much, smaller than the very, very, large room he was previously in.
The man raised his palms towards Jon gesturing at him to stay.
Jon supposed the man didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of whatever social consequences he might face, otherwise why would he be helping a complete stranger dressed in Ducky Pajamas?
Apparently their hiding hadn’t worked.
The door to the very, very, small room slid open with vigor and force, exposing a quite angry and elegantly dressed man on the other side, glaring at both of them.
Steam started to seep out of his nose, and fire started to spew from his eyes, and his teeth started to grow into fangs.
Then Jon woke up, still on the train that was taking him to his next job.
He rubbed his eyes and took a sip of the drink sitting on the bleak grey table as condensation from the glass dripped onto his lap.