Oooookay. Rock's pretty sure he'd been mowing the grass seconds prior to being in the middle of the city. The seconds it took for his robotic mind to catch up with where he was was just enough time to realize he's now in the middle of the road as well. He leaped out of the way of incoming traffic and pressed his back against the nearest building. A quick scan of his memory for any hiccups or glitches provided a clean report. Besides almost getting flattened by a truck, everything was in order.

That meant one thing in his mind. Whatever had happened? Whatever had brought him here, far from home? Was Wily's fault.