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This is like some weird movie. All right. Best to handle this logically and professionally. It's just like an investigation. Except I'm not going to get paid.

[types apparently on the air as she goes] Let's see...there's a lot of people who haven't heard of Japan. And people from different times. There's a pirate and a dead princess. And some cops. And Akagi the red coat. And the Master guy. And the person I'm teaching about computers. It seems like a lot of people are alone, too. And it's too early to say if this place has any noticeable patterns.

I told Yasako about this place but she can't come here. And she doesn't notice when I'm gone. Time doesn't pass. My parents didn't notice, either.

Uhm. I think that's all I have. [finishes typing and stretches]

Ne...there's no one named Michiko-san here, is there? And no one's heard of her, right?

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Do you want what I have, then?

Yes. That would be good. What do you have, boss?

Let's see. [flips out notebook] No one who's can't get to this place can see those twins, for one. Or their shop. The Guv can see me, and I can see the Guv, but it's as if... I don't know, he's got a Manchester and I've got a Manchester, and his Manchester can't see me, and mine can't see his. But! When I took off my shoe, the Guv could see it until I dropped it. And he couldn't see the files Chris handed to me - or Chris - until I had them in my hand. Though, when he opened the door to his office for us to step in [making that sound a lot nicer than it was] it did open from my point of view, too. And yes, time doesn't seem to pass when you're here.

[stands up on her toes to see his notebook] That's pretty good! [typing to the side] So...when we leave this place, we all go home, huh?

So it seems. Gene and I go back to Manchester, at least.

Mm. So do we travel across space?

And time, apparently. Seems like a lot of effort for an experiment.

Tyler! That's police business and therefore confidential. Stop sharing it with the little tart, you nonce!

Sorry, I thought you were in Hyde.

...you Goddamned son of a bitch! [punch!]

[block! and punch back!]

[and sidesteps, grabbing Sam by the hair and punching him in the gut]

[has not the breath to respond]

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[grabs him by the lapels] If you ever take a swing at me again, Tyler...

[still not breathing his best, but Sam is nothing if not mouthy] ...then we'll get in a punch up. Again.

'Bout time you spoke some sense. [aaand another punch for good measure]

[scowling at Gene, because that was uncalled for!] Your missus, by the way, was largely suspicious that you were just too pissed to come home to her. And she gave me these. [dangles extra keys to the Cortina~] Very nice woman, your wife.

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I'm not a tart!!

You're whatever I say you are, you sodding plod.

[glares and puts her fingers up in a V-shape to her forehead] Damn you! [and laser beam is go!]

[has no clue whatsoever what she's doing then jolts when he's hit by...something] ...the hell you think you're doing, you little snit?!

...It worked?? [grins] All right, here's the deal. I'll shoot you again unless you stop yelling at me! I'm not a snit or a bird or a plod or a tart! My name is Fumie.

Is that supposed to be some sort of threat? [makes a grab for her] Do it again and I'll break every last one of your bleedin' toys, girlie.

[stumbles back and out of reach. She's small and fast, like a mouse!] You should be nicer. [possibly ready to run]

And you should mind your own business and go back to playing with your dolls, you snot-nosed little brat.