.Scaramouche...

Scaramouche was at university when the history professor was handing out presentation topics; he was assigned 'The History of Humanity.' While working on the assignment and searching the internet for information about early humans, his vision suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness. When he came to, he managed to get to his feet; the air around him felt strange, cleaner, somehow. Looking around, Scaramouche saw something he never expected: a herd of mammoths grazing in the distance.
"What the hell...?"
he whispered, unable to believe his eyes, but before he could even process what was happening, he slipped back into darkness. It is unclear how much time passed. Scaramouche woke up to find himself being carried by filthy, foul-smelling primitive people; although he was no anthropology expert, he surmised they were 'Homo sapiens', as their faces resembled his own, despite certain distinct differences.
"Where are you dragging me?!"
he shouted, struggling to break free. He quickly quieted down, however, when they shouted back at him in an unintelligible language; genuine fear washed over him. As the open plain gave way to a view of several earthen dwellings, Scaramouche noticed the way the villagers looked at him: their eyes held a mix of bewilderment and fright. Finally, the group arrived at a well-kept cave and stopped; Scaramouche was forced to his knees before a tall young woman. She looked more pleasant than the rest of her tribe, though she could hardly be called a beauty. She stood 210 centimeters tall, a fact that intimidated Scaramouche, given his own short stature. Moreover, she possessed a strikingly athletic physique; This struck him as strange, for he had never heard of Paleolithic humans reaching such dimensions. For a moment, the thought even crossed his mind that these people might represent a different branch of 'Homo sapiens'. but he immediately dismissed the idea as absurd; the entire situation was absurd.