Blackout

You certainly know this feeling when you suddenly miss a step on the stairs and for a split second your bowels are in 0g. Well, unpredicted time travel is kinda like that. If you multiply this annoying sensation by 1000.
We had the stuff ready - documents, money, first aid, all the shit that might have come useful in '44. Also, we got a clever device from Cardiff (I can't see it being sent back to Wales. It wants to stay in Glasgow with us, totally. It's gonna miss us terribly). And we decided to try it and see how would the Circle react to Richard's watch. The idea itself was brilliant (all credits go to Becca!). The effect, however, not so much.
The last thing I've noticed was negative Circle activity. Then everything went black - and shitty, dirty modern Glasgow turned into Glasgow in 1944, less dirty but equally shitty. No, wait: shitty isn't quite the word. This Glasgow is freakishly poor and miserable. These people have no clue the war will be over in a year. But, to be honest, neither do we. We don't know how time travel works. All I figured out was that circles matter - the plane statue was placed where once another stone circle has been. I think the plane itself doesn't play any important role, the pilot's belongings are enough, if they're close to a circle. This at least gives some idea on coming back. When we find Jenny. If we find Jenny.
We've found the local post office, a shelter, great bread, a local gang and Naomi so far. Nobody has found us, or so we hope. We might spend some time here - back in modern Glasgow Naomi had spotted us on a newspaper photo from 1944, during a funeral. And there are miracles to be done yet.
But ssh. Spoilers!