Jonah emerged from the fish's mouth and stood, blinking, in the late afternoon sun.

He suddenly found himself in a great mood, much to his own astonishment. There was really nothing to be in a great mood about, considering he was going crazy and everything. On any other day he would have gotten right back in his car and gone home, and probably gone straight to bed. But today the breeze was blowing softly, the birds were singing, and the sun was setting behind the trees.

He decided he didn't care if he was crazy or not.

So when the tram pulled up, he decided to get on. The trams ran all throughout the park complex, from museum to museum, carrying those who were too old or tired to walk themselves. There were, in fact, two older ladies aboard when Jonah got on. He smiled good-naturedly at both of them as the tram lurched forward.

After a few minutes of winding through the shady park, Jonah suddenly realized he had no idea where they were headed. He was about to ask someone when he noticed a sign poking up out of the shrubs on his right.

Here's what it said:

WELCOME TO NINEVEH PARK!