Tear in the Fabric of Time

When you regain consciousness, you're in a dark, conical earthen pit, perhaps 2 metres in depth, with steep sides and a sharpened stake at its deepest point. You appear to be uninjured, other than a headache, but you have no idea how you got here. A moment ago you were on the subway heading home and now you're here, where ever here is. You're pretty sure you can hear someone out on the surface above you, but there's an obscuring screen of some sort over the top of the pit. You call out for help and after a moment someone answers. It sounds like some kind of German dialect, but you realise you understand it, which is weird because you definitely don't speak German. You call out again and this time you can see the silhouette of someone through the screen above you. Leaves get cleared and soil falls into your face and you find yourself staring up at a man wearing something that looks like it comes out of a medieval period film. He's staring down at you in confusion, but you think, maybe, he's going to help you out.