I blink in surprise, and sit up slowly.

"Hi, Sweetie.  Where did you come from?"

===='Moo'.

I gently stand and hold my hand out to make friends, and pet her if she lets me.  And as I do so, I take a look around at my surroundings with some perplexity.

====she leans into your pet, angling for a scratch. You scratch her hide.

You're in an acre sized pasture with grass up to your ankles and with three other cows.  The fence is a stone fence about two feet high made of freestanding stones.

The sky is overcast.

There are trees and hills, and stone fences, and you think some sort of grain fields nearby.

"Hmmmm.  Perhaps a better question would be: where did I come from?  And where are we now?"

I drink in the soothing cool damp air and fresh grass scent and bovine company, while the back of my mind tries to make sense of this... discontinuity.

"I was home, fiddling with a laptop, and now... I am here.  I didn't bring me here, and I doubt that you did, Sweetie."

"What are the options?  I was knocked out by some type of shock.  And then...?"

"I could have been carried here before waking up... but that seems rather unlikely."

"I could have been zapped into a virtual reality, like Picard in STTNG's Inner Light episode... but that seems even more unlikely."

"I could have been zapped into another universe, like an isekai anime... but that seems just as unlikely."

"I could actually be a just-awakened AI based upon John Oakmaster within a simulated world... but that also seems rather unlikely."

"Or... I could actually be unconscious, still at home, or in a hospital, and having a rather vivid dream.  Probably the most likely possibility."

"Well...  Wherever I am, I am in Sovereign Hands, so I will serve as best I may."

"Dearest LORD, please guide and guard me now, I pray..."

====You get a sense of peace.

I take my phone out of my pocket, and attempt to check the date and my current location before looking around some more...

====Time is five minutes after what you would think it to be. Phone is working, but its out of area, and the GPS function is not working.

OOC: Ah, so many questions...  :)

Q1. Do I get a sense of what time of day it is here?

A1: Between 9 AM and 6 PM.

Q2. Does it match my cell phone clock (unlikely), or is there a discontinuity (likely)?

A2: According to your cell phone it is 8:40 PM.

Q3. Did any of my belongings come along for the ride, scattered around me in the grass, perhaps?

A4: Some did, and it is stuff that you would have in your office.

I ponder the tidings from my phone, and survey my new surroundings thoughtfully as I finish scratch dispensing.

"Well, Sweetie, it looks like someone is taking care of you.  Perhaps they will take care of me as well..."

I start walking to see if I can find any tracks, trails, arrangements of fields, etc., that would lead me to people...

====You find a cowpath that leads over a small hill, and to a low barn, and a thatched roof house. No sign of cars, or electricity.  Smoke is rising from the chimney over th ehouse.  The road to the house is a two wheeled rut track.  There is a small garden next to the house with a fence made of thorny bushes.

So you volunteer to take it home, and fiddle with it.