★★★1

[didorothy]

Oh, great. Wonderful. Fantastic. Bloody geniuses, the lot of you! What was it this time? Come on, tell me. Ring me up! Oh, but no, no radio here, no telly. Will the stars sing out the answer? A heavenly chorus of medical malpractice? What sort of drug did you overdose me on this time?

Well, come on! [hits himself on the head] Where’s the television? I need to see how the rest of this case plays out. I just want to go– [disappears for a moment, before reappearing]

...

All right, so maybe it isn’t drugs.

Comments

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea about some of the things you mentioned, but it does sound distressing. Perhaps you have similar experiences to my own. Is it a normal occurence for you to be standing in the middle of the galaxy?

[didorothy]

... No, not really. --what century are you from?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

The nineteenth, although it will be the twentieth in less than three months time. And yourself?

[didorothy]

... The nineteenth?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

I'm quite sure of it, yes. 1899, to be exact, though I'm sure you have already figured that out from my last comment. And what year is it you're in, sir? I believe I am to assume, by your tone of surprise, that it is not the same as mine. Am I correct?

[didorothy]

Uhm, no. I was in... I was in 1973.

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

1973? My, how peculiar. I suppose that does explain the terminology you used originally that I had never heard before. Am I to assume, as well, that you had an encounter with a strange shop? It seems that everyone I've talked to out here in the stars also has this experience.

[didorothy]

The one with those Twins in it? ... You're really from 1899?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Yes, the twins were there during my visit, as well. They looked, rather unsettlingly, like porcelain dolls. And I am, yes. 1899, Godric's Hollow, England.

[didorothy]

[that cracking sound you hear comes from the fourth wall] --Godric's Hollow?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Indeed, yes. Do you know of it?

[didorothy]

Maybe? Uhm... I'm Sam Tyler. Your name, sir?

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Albus Dumbledore. Pleased to meet you, Mr. Tyler.

[didorothy]

... And you, Mister Dumbledore. Call me 'Sam.'

[dwellonschemes.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Sam. Similarly, please call me "Albus".

[didorothy]

All right, Albus.