Whoever she is, she's strong, tugging him along without nearly as much effort as it should take for someone her size. Daniel stumbles after her and doesn't look back. He's not eager to see his face plastered on any news report, especially once someone figures out that he's really not a detective, not the least bit qualified to be. They cut a sharp turn into an alley, away from the blaring sirens and red-and-blue lights, and the next thing he knows, they're somewhere else entirely. The contrast between the shadowed slash of alleyway and the unnaturally bright colors of the new, much neater road is overwhelming, and Daniel has to blink furiously for his vision to adjust.

He searches out a cartoonishly large street sign. He reads slowly, his brow crimping into a puzzled frown.

SESAME STREET
"I really hope it's a dream," he mutters, and lurches in alarm when something green and hairy emerges from an aluminum trashcan to - to scold them.

"Uh," stammers Daniel. "Sorry, um. We're, uh - we're new."