Bangkok. A few days ago.

Tom walks the streets on Bangkok with one thing in his mind: He has to go to Italy.
He's wearing nothing but a bathing suit, slippers and sun glasses.
(He decided to put sun glasses on when he noticed that everyone on the street stared at him, because light was coming from his eyes, and that made him uncomfortable. Now they still stare at him sometimes, mainly at night or when it's raining or snowing, because he's on a bathing suit, but it doesn't happen as much as it did before he started using the sun glasses.)

He hasn't actually walked all the way from Philipines to Bangkok... He's taken a few shortcuts here and there that make the trip shorter. You get into an alley in a country and suddenly you appear in a public bathroom in another country. He didn't know about this shortcuts before... Something just told him where they were. The same something that told him he has to go to Italy.

Shortcuts or no shortcuts, he's walked for entire days. Tom is very tired and very cold, but he doesn't know it. Something prevents him from knowing it. For now, the only thing in his mind, is that he has to go to Italy...