Falling through a portal is disorienting. Falling through a portal sponsored by a cable network is also loud.
Elara Vance hit the ground hard. It was sand. She coughed, waving away a cloud of dust.
"Welcome," a voice boomed, "to the Truth."
Elara looked up. She was in the Colosseum. But it wasn't the ruin she knew from postcards. It was pristine, gleaming with white marble.
However, floating above the arena was not the Italian sun. It was a massive, spinning UFO. And the Emperor's box was occupied by a panel of judges wearing tin-foil togas.
"Where are we?" Li Wusheng asked, standing up and brushing sand off his... tunic?
"We are in Rome," Aldren Vance gasped, horrified. He looked down at his own outfit. He was wearing a toga. Just a toga. And sandals.
"My calves!" Aldren shrieked, trying to pull the hem down. "They are exposed! This is undignified! I am a creature of velvet and layers! This is basically nudity!"
