[ Writing Prompt ] A person gets what seems to be a common cold until they find that every time they sneeze they jump time/dimensions .

A siren shrieked as the fog seeped away from my vision. Where the hell was I this time? 
 
 Pounding and drumming carried on going behind my eyes which was to be expected, even without this cold I'd still be incredibly disorientated. Something about shifting your entire body into a parallel dimension without a protective suit had an incredibly nauseating effect. 
 
 This was all in the brief that I'd been given but reciting it like a mantra gave me hope that I'd be back home soon enough. They'd recovered plenty of people before me, albeit with a few disorders here and there. One guy they recovered was completely fine with the exception of flinching every time he saw a dog. I'm sure I'd passed that world a few days ago. 
 
 The usual yacking up of my lunch did n't reduce the pounding and drumming, if anything it intensified. The sirens continued and I could make out a voice. Going against all logic I pulled myself up from the floor and slowly made my way towards the voice. 
 
 I appeared to be in an alleyway of some sort, surrounded by the detritus of city living. As I approached the voice I could see a park in front of me it looked like any regular park as you would find in a regular world but what I saw next delayed any thoughts that I had, somehow, returned home. 
 
 A large carriage stood in a gateway to the park and what was tethered to it could only be described as a robot horse but with a mechanical human head instead of a horse's. This is where the siren and voice was coming from. 
 
 `` Return to your homes. Any resistance to His Imperial Majesty's will shall be met with the full force of the law'' 
 
 Good. At least they spoke English. 
 
 I ambled towards the crowd which had gathered in front of the large carriage. A ring of, what looked like, Police officers stood around the carriage, holding off the angry mob that had surrounded it. All the people seemed to be wearing some sort of fancy dress but it looked as if they'd all run through the fancy dress shop and grabbed whatever they could. A man holding a cane wore a top hat but with a Tudor ruff under his chin. A woman screaming obscenities wore Medieval peasant's dress but wrapped in a corset of a Western-era madame. It was all very unsettling. 
 
 A group of children ran past me, I grabbed one and shouted above the noise of the crowd. 
 
 `` What's going on?'' 
 
 `` It's that tosser Disraeli!'E pissed off the Emperor one too many times with'is talk of sedition! Now'es gunna'ang for it in the Tower!'' 
 
 He struggled against my grip and ran off into the crowd. Disraeli to hang? Similar people, different results. This I knew all too well from my free fall through the stream. Just like when I saw The Tate hanging works of the lesser known artists of the Vienna School and including one A. Hitler in the mix. His paintings still sucked. 
 
 A shot rang out, doing nothing good for my headache, and the crowd dispersed as if a wrong word had never been spoken. I was pushed and jostled along until I saw a shop, to which I quickly fought my way. I slammed the door shut behind me. A frightened shop keeper looked back. 
 
 `` Are you going to rob me mister?'' His thick Cornish accent unusually comforting. 
 
 `` What do you even sell here?'' I asked breathlessly. 
 
 `` Well I sell all sorts of losanges, medicines, balms, healing powders, steam powered exercise belts and if you're willing to pay premium I do have special items but those I keep locked in the back.'' 
 
 `` You're a chemist?'' 
 
 He stared for a moment. `` A chemist sir? Never heard of one of those. I'm a druid sir. One in a long line of the healing men of the Greater Welsh Imperial Dynasty.'' He seemed to swell with the pride. 
 
 `` Greater Welsh Imperial Dynasty?'' I asked incredulously. 
 
 `` Yes sir. Been going 200 years now after the uprising.'' He gestured to the flag hanging above his various bottles. It looked like a refitted Union Flag but with the dragon of Wales superseding the crosses of England and Scotland. `` Have you been living under a rock or something?'' 
 
 `` You could say that,'' I replied. `` Hang on, did you say medicines?'' 
 
 `` I did sir. I could heal you right quick. I'll have to measure you depending on what it is but I'm sure I could find something to cure whatever ails you,'' he answered. 
 
 `` Well I've got this terrible cold and it's making it really hard too... travel well, could you get me something for that?'' 
 
 He looked at me for a second, sizing me up. `` Well sir for someone of your stature I could prescribe you some Pentiman's miracle liquid. Cures Fepsi and common colds plus it can be used as a table lacquer if needs be. Would you like something like that?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, sounds great''. 
 
 He turned around, running his hands across the bottles lined up behind him in huge glass covered shelves. Then I could feel it building up, a slight tingling at first then a sudden need to sneeze. 
 
 `` No! No not here'', I thought, `` not after getting so close to sorting this out!'' 
 
 But I could n't stop it, the feeling washed over me and my back arched as the sneeze rolled up my body and through my nose. I could just hear the druid shout in alarm at being covered in my mucus as I was dragged backwards by my stomach and the fog engulfed me again. 
 
 I came too after what seemed like seconds only to have a startled voice shout out. `` Achtung! Eine schmutzige pervers! Hilfe! Hilfe!'' 
 
 I raised my head and a group of women ran past me in various states of undress. I unsteadily pulled myself up off the ground as I took in my surroundings. A shower room. Great. And was that German I heard again? 
 
 `` Hallo mein kleines Kind. Sie befinden sich in großen Schwierigkeiten,'' a big voice boomed behind me. 
 
 I turned around hesitantly as I took in the sight of a huge woman in a headmistresses outfit wielding a long cane which she tapped on her hand. 
 
 `` Jetzt mit mir für deine Strafe, du frecher Junge kommen,'' she said to me with the most terrifying smile I had ever seen. 
 
 `` Oh great,'' I thought, `` here I go again!''
