The somewhere else is in some sense like the place she just was, except that the roads are really wide and the vehicles are huge.

There are people walking by outside the alleyway (thought no one in it) and their clothes are really weird, too.

Yeah!!!! Not a single person on this street has painted birds on their face, what's up with that. 

Truthfulness immediately approaches the street, keeping an eye on the huge vehicles to make sure none of them are going on the sidewalk. (Why are the nyooms so big????) She goes up to the nearest person. "Hello! I need to speak with a monk. Something very confusing has happened."

"Can't help, sorry."  They breeze past.

???!? 

What a rude person!

Truthfulness looks around for a person in monk robes, or failing that someone in a different official-looking uniform. 

(Everything about Truthfulness's life has taught her that the best solution to confusing problems is to report them to a trustworthy authority, who has more context on the situation and might not even be confused about the problem at all.)

No monks are obviously available.  There's... a person in all black, including a knit face covering?  And here's someone in a fashionably-sharp looking thing that's kind of like something other people have been wearing.

Truthfulness goes up to the person in all black! That's sort of like a uniform!

"Hello! I am having a very confusing problem! Can you help me with it, or alternately direct me to the person whose job is solving confusing problems?"

"...Sure.  What sort of problem?"

"I was walking to work and a portal opened on the street and dropped me into that alleyway"-- she points-- "and this is obviously not Watertree because everyone's sense of style is very different and you have extremely large nyooms. I would like to know where I am and how I am to interface with this location." Truthfulness says this with the supreme confidence of someone who knows that, if she hasn't heard of portals existing, this is surely because they are commonplace and everyday to the people on the other side.

...Truthfulness belatedly notices that she has said multiple sentences without including a single evidential, and in fact that this isn't her native language at all.

"Why doesn't this-- this-- this language have evidentials? WHY DOESN'T IT HAVE A PEJORATIVE SYLLABLE?????"

"I'm going to call 911.  Do you want to talk to them or should I do it for you?"

"I can talk to them!"

How does a society get advanced enough to have nyooms using a language that doesn't have evidentials????

The person initiates a call and passes Truthfulness the phone (and then awkwardly keeps her arm held up, since it's strapped to her wrist).

There's an initial automated choice section.  "If there is a medical emergency, press 1 immediately.  If there is a fire, instance of sabotage, or other environmental emergency, press 2.  To report a crime, press 3.  For non-emergency poison control, press 4.  For something not in these categories, press 5."

5!

What a clever device, a phone you can have on your wrist.

"911 miscellaneous, what's your emergency?"

"A portal opened at 37 Palladium Street, Watertree, Ravine Catchment Area, Newcontinent, and deposited me at"-- Truthfulness looks around-- "I can't see a street sign but I think it's a different place. Also, I did not believe that portals could teleport people previously." 

"Are there any physical threats in your immediate vicinity?"  Typing noises.

"Nope!"

Truthfulness is distracted by the buildings. They're all so boring! Why hasn't anyone painted any murals on the walls? Maybe in addition to portals they've invented immortality, although even then Truthfulness feels you would spend your immortality elaborating on the murals of people who died before immortality was invented or killed themselves or got into a caving accident.  

"Please stay on the line while we trace your location.  Is there any other information you think is relevant?"

"I have spontaneously acquired the ability to speak a language that I didn't previously speak"-- and that is very poorly designed, but that's not important emergency call information-- "and several aspects of the environment are strange enough that I would be surprised to be in the Teachingsphere at all." Everywhere has murals and sparkly clothes!

"Do you expect to be safe if you stay where you are for ten minutes?"

Truthfulness looks around. She figures that she can probably avoid stepping into the street where the big nyooms are. "I don't see anything obviously dangerous but I am unfamiliar with many aspects of this city and so there might be something dangerous I don't know about."

"Do you have someone available to wait with you?"

"No," chimes in the person with the phone, flatly.

How rude!

"No," she says. 

"Do you see the camera across the street from you, on the light pole a bit to your left?"

Truthfulness looks, finds something that looks like a camera, and waves hi!

"I think so. Did you see me wave?"

This conversation would be so much more convenient with evidentials! And all the other markers Truthfulness is used to putting on words. How can you get through life without emotion-markers...

"Yes.  We'll keep an eye on you until the agent arrives.  Try to stay still and you should be fine.  Anything else you think we should know in the next eight minutes?"

"I don't think so! May the Word bless you!" she chirps.