He feels dizzy still, but he doesn't feel like he'll be sick, so he shakes his head. Though he also doesn't trust himself to start off walking one way or the other right away, either, so he just shakes his head squints his eyes to focus on the other side of the squash patch. Around them, others are waking as well, and he can hear a few familiar voices behind some of the obscured areas on the other side of the field.

"You're right....there's something familiar about it."

Except there's no large buildings, there's no hum of technology.

It's too quiet despite the sounds of people shouting.

"The telephone poles..." he mutters under his breath. "They look more like the ones back home."