You find yourself in the middle of a field, on a cozy Tuesday afternoon. Blades of grass wave peacefully, as the wind gently blows on them, moving them left to right in a wonderful dance. The sky above you is clear, but the sun will start setting eventually. Wherever you are, you need to find somewhere to stay, or someone to talk.
You look around you - perhaps there is someone around who can guide you back home, but no one seems to be in sight.
You might as well keep walking, or hang around for a bit.