★★★2

[didorothy]

[Sam Tyler is not daft. Really. Even if he appears on the plane holding a paper out, as if expecting it to disappear. He sets the paper down, staring at it intently, before vanishing off the plane and reappearing to check if it’s still there. It is, and everyone can see it. Next, he tries this with a particularly ugly lamp which (if the clothing doesn’t give it away) certainly tells you exactly which era Sam is stuck in. When he experiments on this with his beloved television, he drags it back home immediately rather than risk losing it. Then he brings along a chair and a radio. He sits on the former, hand over mouth, thinking for a moment. He fiddles with the radio, but only gets the sound of machinery under very fuzzy reception. Finally, he appears empty handed, fingers curled as if he was holding someone’s wrist. Chris, apparently, cannot be dragged onto the astral plane]

Hm.

[Sam immediately flips out his notepad and starts writing things down]

Comments

[didorothy]

They sound incredible. What year is it?

Oh, he is. But if Agito's not a bad bloke, nothing too wrong with that, is there?

[bloodyroadking.livejournal.com]

2008. What year are you from?

Oh, he isn't. [Thinks for a moment.] Yeah, he isn't.

[didorothy]

Nineteen -- two thousand -- [eeeeeerm] 1973. --And 2006.

[would question that, but, well, Sam has to think twice about Gene, too. So it's okay]