He didn't understand. Albert had just been going over some plans for a new model of guard robot, the day just the same as the ones before it, and then there had been hideous sensations, darkness, compression, and for a moment he had panicked because his systems were surely failing and he was going to die--

--and then he had landed on dirt, dizzy, dazed, feeling a hint of nausea. All of them sensations he had not had for years.

For a moment it was almost too much to process. Albert's life had been carefully regulated for decades, after all. He didn't know how to adapt.

Finally, though, he stood up, a little shakily, brushing dirt off his fine suit. He glanced around, eyes narrowing as he realized that he was apparently near the second plate of a baseball diamond, of all things. Not quite where he would expect a kidnapper to take him. And, furthermore, not anywhere in the city - he knew all the buildings and streets of his city well, and this didn't match up.

There were lights over the dugouts, at least, shining brightly as dusk began to settle. Maybe he could figure out what his kidnappers were doing there.

He wouldn't panic. He wouldn't. He would stay calm, and he would talk his way out of this, and he would get back to his fortress where he belonged.

He set off in that direction, glancing around watchfully with every step.