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[For a moment, nothing happens. The camera is focused on a patch of grass. There are rustling sounds and a woman's voice mutters indistinguishably to herself, and eventually the journal is righted so that the camera focuses on Sally's face. There is a leaf in her hair. She does not look happy.]

Right, I think I've worked out what this thing does, and I just want to say that if this is someone's idea of a joke, I'm not laughing. See this? [She lifts up a police badge containing her ID.] This is a police badge. It's my police badge, yeah? It says I'm Sergeant Sally Donovan of London PD, which means that when I find out who's responsible for this, for...this [She gestures down the length of her body, at the dress that isn't hers] and for this [She turns the journal to take in the unfamiliar surroundings] and I don't even know how to start about this [She jerks her thumb over her shoulder at the pair of dark brown wings that definitely aren't supposed to be there] that person or persons are in a world of trouble.

My advice to you, whoever you are, is to come forward immediately. That's less trouble on my part and a lighter sentence for you, so it's in everyone's best interest. Do not make me find you.

[Sally fumes silently for a moment, and when she decides her point has been made, the recording ends.]

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[the voice that comes over the journals is female and sympathetic and not at all amused. She might have been filled with wonder at arriving here...but that doesn't mean she thinks it's alright, the way so many people are dragged in against their will]

Unfortunately, you'll have better luck finding people with the same questions that you will finding someone who's responsible.

Edited 2012-03-11 04:27 (UTC)

[This doesn't exactly fill Sally with confidence, but she tries to shake it off and focus on what's important.]

This has been done to other people? Are you one of them?

Pretty much anyone you'll meet here is. Here...hang on.

[she hardly ever uses the video function, but she manages to turn it on now with minimal fumbling. With a face to match the voice, she seems even younger, her smile more youthful than her actual 25 years let on]

This place has a way of taking what you expect and turning it on its head.

In the meantime, though...have you found the village yet? Or could you use a guide?

Scotland Yard sergeant. [And a woman.

But he's found stranger things here.] Seems this place brings all kinds.

[Sally turns on her own video function in reciprocation.]

Hello...yeah, I'm starting to realize this place is...

There's a village? I - usually I've a good sense of direction, but I haven't got the slightest clue where I am. Uh, sorry, what's your name?

[Sally isn't in a mood to trust anyone who isn't providing useful information, so she's a bit suspicious.]

Yeah, and who are you?

Name's Anthony. [The name "Blunt"... is not getting said to someone from Scotland Yard. Ever.] Got dragged here myself from London. Little... before your time, I think.

I'm Jilly. And there definitely is. It doesn't compare with a city, but it's a bit better than being stranded out in the woods.

I can come out and find you if you can give me a landmark to work off of. Do you see any watch posts? Or streams or bridges?

[ oh

thank

god

someone he knows ]

Donovan! Christ, I didn't expect you'd turn up here. Any idea where you are? [ Wait, better question. ] What about injuries, anything that needs seeing to?

Sergeant Donovan, but call me Sally. I'm...I assume I'm off the clock.

I'm near a stream now; I thought it might lead me out of the forest. It's about five feet wide here, and - hang on...yeah, I think that's a bridge up there. To the north of me.

You're from London too? [Any misgivings evaporate at the prospect.] I thought you must be, from your voice. Before my time...?

I... [she hesitates as she checks her map, confirming her guess] Right. I think I know where you're at.

If you give me fifteen to twenty minutes, I could meet you. Or, if it's too cold, keep following the stream north. If you're where I think you are, you'll be heading towards the village. I can meet you halfway.

1945, where I'm from.

Sir! [Sally just about has a heart attack.] What are you doing here? They didn't get you too? I'm - [A long pause.] I haven't the very faintest idea where I am, actually, but a young lady's helping me work it out. And no injuries, unless you count that I stepped on a rock and whatever the bloody hell these...wings are.

...Oh, come off it.

Perfectly serious.

It's not too cold, thanks - I found my clothes, and I was dressed for the weather when...whatever happened to me happened. I'm heading north now.

...And thanks very much for your help, miss.

But that's not possible, unless you're talking about...well, you don't sound like an old man.

...But then, I suppose I should stop thinking about what is and isn't possible.

Only thirty-eight.

Just Jilly. Please. [there's a quick smile before she picks up the journal, the image shifting sideways with the movement as she heads for the door]

We've all been there. Literally. It's the least I can do.

I'm turning off the video now, but if all goes well, you should see me in about ten minutes.

[...oh hey, someone from London. :D That's so close by they could be neighbours. And a police officer. The little girl that speaks back has a British accent, or specifically a West Country one.]

I'm terribly sorry. I think I'm responsible for everything.

[And she sounds very respectful.]

[Wow. It's the cycle of utterly ineffective threats.]

It won't work. Even if any of them do answer, good luck actually trying to arrest them. You should work on getting to the village instead.

...You've got a leaf in your hair, by the way.

[A little girl? Pardon Sally if she doesn't take this completely seriously.]

Is it, love? Don't worry; I'm sure it's not your fault.

[But part of this is a little worrisome.]

Sorry, are you all right? You're not lost too, are you? Are your mum and dad around?

You know who's responsible for this? Who--

[A pause as she runs her hands through her hair and picks out the leaf.]

Who would do something like this to innocent people? Do you know how to find them?

Right. And you're really from 1945? Just because I'm ready to believe anything at this point doesn't mean I'm ready to have a laugh about this.

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