John awakens to find himself seated on a bed of grass. Still to dark to see anything else, he uses his hands to try to gather any more information he can on his surroundings. As he does so the sun starts to peer over the horizon, only it isnt the sun John is use to seeing. The usual yellow fire ball isnt a ball at all, but instead a square. Dim enough to look at yet bright enough to illuminate the plains John finds himself in, unveiling the new world to him. It is a rigid world in the details yet the complete picture is one of beautiful sweeping hills with a river cutting through them. On the bank of the river stands a lone tree beckoning to John who already knows what to do. He gets up, walks over to it, and punches it.