Someone must have put a charm on Joseph-Gregory Wolf. He knew he had done nothing wrong, but one morning he was transported into mythris. Every day at 8 in the morning his phone alarm would ring, but that day it didn't ring. That never happened before. Instead he was lying right in the middle of a clearing under a cheery bright blue sky, birds were singing all around him, and he was shocked. Horrified even!

Where's my phone!?, his voice came out way deeper than he expected, it sounded more like a growl. His voice wasn't ever tender, but he was known in the advertising world for making for very soothing and engaging podcast interviews, he couldn't do those now that he sounded like a wolf!

"Where am I!?", J. G. asked the more important question, seeing that he wasn't in his bed, or his bedroom, or in his house, or anywhere remotely close. He was in a wide flowery meddow with a few trees here and there, and bees buzzing all around as if they were put there to annoy him specifically. There was no clue in his surroundings to how he got here or how he could come back.

Fucking hell, J. G. was confident there was no one around to hear him swear as he turned over to get up. There was something seriously wrong with his body. He couldn't stand up on two legs, and he hardly even wanted to. The smells around him were so strong and overwelming. He couldn't feel any clothes on his body, yet he didn't mind it.

What am I??!", he said, before beginning to recite numbers to himself. two-two-three, four-five-seven...no that's corporate legal, this has nothing to do with corporate, what's my lawyer's phone number, I am sure I have it saved somewhere in my phone...""

But his phone was nowhere to be found. Literally.