Kuroba Kaito(?)

[A bedroom, sun streaming through the windows onto the form of a teenage boy, just stirring from his sleep. He looks around in some confusion]

---reboot---scanning---scanning---scanning---

[He picks up a phone laying beside the bed]

Hello~~ Anyody know what just happened? Maybe where this place is?

---visual scan---access memory banks---

Looks like… America, circa 1950. Including the clothes. Ick. I must have hit my head harder than I thought.

Hellooo~~~ Anybody there? I’ve got to get home~~~ I’ve got things to do tonight…

---scan photographs---run facial.idntfy---unrecognized---

Who are these people?

[[ooc: strikes do not exist. oh no. he is human, after all.]]