Blackout 2.0

The weirdest thing? I actually started to like them. Despite the fact, they’re so annoying. Why? I’m not sure. Maybe because they are exact the opposite to what I’m used too, and maybe because they don’t ask too many questions. Or maybe because I was alone for so long and started getting mad out of isolation.

Nethertheless, I work for Torchwood Institute now. Glaswegian section. With an Australian mechanic as our boss, with, a hacker and a doctor without a diploma as my co-workers. And quickly after I started to work with them I landed in 1944. Well, we planed to do it, but we fucked up…

We had to wait for the hardware sent to us from Cardiff. In the meantime we informed Naomi of what we are going to do. She decided, that she had to discuss it with that boyfriend of hers. So Nine and I started to continue our research. Nine found a photo from ’44, on which we all are sitting in on of Glaswegian churches, at somebody’s funeral. It also turned out, that there had been a “miracle” in this church… in 1944. So Nine went to investigate the church and I thought about an experiment, which, as I hoped, could’ve help us to learn something more about the nature of the anomalies concerning pilot’s belonging. So I decided, that we should take the watch to the Circle, and look at the readings. And then it happened…

Of course, none of us did personally go to the circle. We just sat by the screens and watch the device going down: sensors they sent us from Cardiff placed on a cart with dead (?) pilot’s watch.

The readings went crazy first: the Circle behaved not like it was overly active, but just the opposite. Maybe not like the Circle opened, but like it was trying to close?

And then everything went dark.

We fucked it up.

I woke up on the shore. It was a bit cold, and wet – like usual in the hub, but we weren’t in the hub anymore. It seemed, that we had been on the shore of Clyde. And in the past, of course (no Squinty Bridge anymore!). So we made it to 1944: without Naomi, and with precious device from Cardiff gone down Clyde… Luckily, we saved the watch, but nethertheless, we definitely needed to find rest of the stuff, before anyone else does. Not that I particulary am afraid of chronoclasms – come on, all our science is based on them anyway!

So anyway, we decided to send a message to Naomi and find someplace to rest, because it was getting dark. On the post office we found some advertisements and addresses, and the boss decided to separate for a while. So Nine wrote this anouncement for Naomi to find us (Hilarious!), and we went to the hostel. Notice: some people really don’t understand, when you say to them that they don’t want any trouble. Well, I’ve got a knife…

Notice two: clothes here are surprisingly comfortable. Man’s clothes, of course. And the quality of bread – outstanding. We must take some while going back.

Next morning Nine and I went to see the site, where they will place the plane: we found some stones there (Pieces of another circle! Just a coincidence?) and a message from Naomi. She made it and was waiting for at the inn on the city outskirts.

And so there we are (had been): 1944, no hardware and just a little clue.