He is standing in a forest of skyscrapers. Near a hedge, so at least only one person can obviously see him in his present state.

"...did your teleporter miss?"

"Guh?" says Lucien, ever the wordsmith.

"...twice?" adds the person, glancing at Lucien's ankles. "Or was it a really gross dungeon."

"Um????"

"Who are you and where were you expecting to be?"

"West 44th street and Broadway, I'm -" he makes the mistake of glancing at the scenery to orient himself - "JESUS CHRIST."

"...are you now."

"What? Am I - oh. Um." Oh god he did just shout that. "No, I'm Lucien. Sulzberger," he says without taking his eyes off the LABRYINTH of GIANT GLASS BUILDINGS. 

"And in which city is the intersection you had in mind?"

"New York." he says still staring.

Is this.... Lucien does not actually have any decent guesses. A secret extremely expensive exhibition for the next World's Fair is... a terrible guess. 

"Okay, so, your teleporter missed, this is Toronto. Do you have cell service here?"

"Cell service?"

"For... your phone? Or did you drop it in the dungeon of ick."

"I... have a phone at my parent's place? I was in a basement not a dungeon." He can maybe stop staring at the buildings now. ... After one more glance. 

"Okay, well, fire your plumber, I guess? Do you want me to call someone for you."

"Um." Eye contact, yes, he can do that. "Yes that would be appreciated - I can reimburse the cost."

"The... cost... of... okay, uh, I'm starting to think that my assumption that you're an esper with an old-timey aesthetic for funsies who teleported here because your teleporter wasn't very competent might not be correct."

"I... um." Wow Lucien has not felt this lost since he accidentally attended a session of an advanced marine biology seminar that he thought was an introductory course in physics.

"I don't recognize the words old-timey, esper, or teleporter. Or funsies."

"What year do you believe it to be?"

"1920?"

"Cool, cool, that's over a century too early, how the fuck did that happen?"

Oh. ... Honestly that makes a lot of sense given the everything.

"I was attacked by... some sort of large animal? I think? I am not sure if that is related."

"That could be related, if there's some kind of time travel themed dungeon sending time travel monsters through time to time travel people! I am going to alert the government about that real quick." Phone actions.

Lucien is going to set down the oil lantern he's been holding this entire time.

"Anyway, an esper is a person with superpowers, we started happening in the 1970s. At the same time, hostile pocket dimensions called dungeons started spawning, mostly in cities, they kidnap people and release monsters. Time travel is a new one. Unless it is the oldest one of all thanks to the time travel, but it is at least outside the paradigm within which we understand dungeons."