Clark had no idea how he got to...wherever here was. He did know that he sure as heck wasn't in a desert before this. He stood rather dumbfounded, staring at the barren landscape all around. A lonely wind blew across the stone and sandy ground. He grew up in the prairies, he'd never been to terrain like this before.

"Hello?!" He called out, hearing the echo of his voice bound among the rocks. He wasn't necessarily bothered by the heat, but interestingly enough he wasn't afraid. On the contrary, he was actually in a pretty good mood. He kept moving however, driven by curiousity and heading towards the craggy rocks.

He didn't know how long he had been walking, but he suddenly came to the edge of a canyon, staring down the steep incline to the bottom where there appeared to be an expanse of fine white sand.

"Wow...what is this place?" He uttered, staring all around him in amazement. He started to walk alongside the cliffs edge, when suddenly something crunched under his foot. Clark looked down to spot a colorful object. A yo yo. Bending he picked it up, and that's when he noticed all the other knick knacks scattered along the rocks. Yo Yo's, baseballs, dolls, toy trucks even what looked like an old rocking horse in the distance by a large boulder.

Maybe it was a trash heap for old toys? That still didn't explain why he was even here...