"For that precise reason, we should delay any more inane que-.. uh.." Tony blinked and looked around him. The members of the council had been replaced by seagulls and sun bathers. He stood in a sharp three piece business suit, red tie, and polished black shoes, which wasn't at all the right attire for a day at the beach.

"What the.." He murmured in disbelief.

Was he having a stroke? Had he managed somehow to have a complete break from reality? Hearing the man in the booth talk did little to make him feel less like he was hallucinating, but glancing around at the others did. Gwen? Peter? May! Wherever he was he was relieved to see them.

He took his items from Jerry curiously, but was more interested in checking on his friends before grilling the fellow for information. For whatever reason, that ended up with him getting a box of cookies handed to him.

White chocolate macadamia cookies. The sight almost brought him to his knees. Where the hell was he?