A plastic bag flies into your face as you sit up.
This… this is not Uminari. It's not that strange place outside reality either. This means that that strange entity didn't send you back home, or at least, somewhere near it.
That means either two things: that it screwed up, or it decided to dick around with you.
The second option is more comforting, so you choose it. When in doubt, believe what is more fluffy - you think you heard that from… someone when you were little. Your sister, probably. You don't think any philosopher or intelligent person would use 'fluffy' to describe anything they boomed officiously and in cryptic sentence structures while scribes scribbled down everything, including when they accidentally coughed.
… and now your thoughts are scattering. It's because of the pain. You rub your cheeks. No, no, that can't do. Even though it's like that time you pulverized your hand (Note: Do not try this at home; it's dangerous) by punching a wall to test how many times you could punch it, only applied to your entire body, it's not an excuse to not be completely focused on the matter at hand.
Or maybe you should start at the beginning? Make sure that you know you're you and not some clone or parallel world version of you or something?
Maybe you should do that.
You name is Juri Wright. You were born about ten years ago, and at the age of six that you had magic, like Gandalf. Though your magic didn't resemble Gandalf's in any way, which was slightly disappointing. In any case, you had tried to follow the teachings of Nasu, but you were largely unsuccessful, due to your magic not being that of the moonlit world. Still, it inspired you a bit.
After that, you'd travelled to Japan for a holiday and met a magical girl of the name Takamachi and a magical ferret of the name- Wait, didn't you go to England and… what did you do?
Wait, wait, weren't you eleven years old and-
You sigh. The theory of you a parallel version of a clone is now looking far more likely, and it is slightly depressing. But you should focus on the matter at hand - that should be more productive than considering your existence being a clone of a parallel version of you.
And that, at this moment, is finding out exactly where you are. First things first, after all.
You tear the plastic bag away from your head and stand up. Hands on your hips, you survey your surroundings for anything that'll tell you where you are.
[] A window to a building to your right shows an astounding sight - a little girl performing surgery.
[] A costumed person climbs up to your roof just as you finish considering your existence. How convenient.
[] In the distance, there's a giant lizard fighting another giant… thingy. Well, the first giant thing isn't exactly a lizard either, but you like lizards. (Wait, when?)