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[The image on the screen is of a scruffy looking man wearing a baggy black frock jacket, scraggly tie, and plaid pants. He looks like he’s nearing middle age, but his blue eyes have a mischievous, youthful glint. He runs a hand through his mop of dark hair and breathes deep through his nose, before making a face.]

Oh dear me. Of all the places they could have me land in. [Pulls at his jacket lapels] The gutter! Oh well, it could be worse I suppose. They could have me land in the middle of a molten river for all they care! Or the local sewer.[Looks up at the sky] Hm, now, what have we here? Oh, it would be helpful if I had someone to talk with. Like Jamie or Zoe. I wonder how Victoria turned out. [Begins walking down the alley and emerges onto a sunlit street] Oh splendid! I must be in America, perhaps even Los Angeles…I think. [Looks around] This can’t be right. Where is…where is everyone? Some place like this would be full of life at this time of day. [Checks his watch] Perhaps it’s Sunday. Very well. [Claps his hands] I haven’t been to a church service in ages. Or perhaps the local pub. I could at least get some idea there about this place. Hmm.