1 . VOICE . four calling birds

[onset]

[Hello, City. You have acquired +1 hopeless human being, complete with a very English accent and no sense of direction. His voice sounds pleasant enough, at least.]

He - [wait is this thing working

okay, we'll just assume it is] Hello? I'm sorry, I have no idea who I'm talking to, but nothing else will work, and - I need help.

[yes, this pause is meant to be a silent expression of how awkward he feels, and this is why:]

I think - I hit my head. [he's actually pretty sure he did that, if waking up with his cheek pressed against concrete and a nasty headache followed by what he assumes is amnesia are anything to go by.] I don't know where I am or how I got here, and... I seem to be hearing things? [voices coming from a random assortment of birds and a clock ticking, to be exact. With a very pointed exhale (he may be feeling sick in addition to everything else):]

Could someone take me to hospital?

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[wouldnotkindly]

If you mean the birds i think its just a curse so they should go away by the end of the day

Do you know where you are right now ?

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[onset]

[well this makes total sense to him

no it doesn't

he'll just blame it on his headache]

no. butI Can s ee a church

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[wouldnotkindly]

I think i know where that is

If you still need help i can come and take you to the hospital ?

[onset]

[oh, thank god]

Yes please

If its not toomuch trouble

1/2

[wouldnotkindly]

No it isnt i will be there as soon as i can

[wouldnotkindly]

[After a minute, it occurs to him—]

Also i cant talk so i will apologize for that ahead of time

Sit tight

[onset]

[oh - well.]

No need to apoloigize

[typos, typos everywhere]

But how will you know m who i am

[not that... there is really anyone else on this street...]

[eiremagic]

How about I just give you directions?

[onset]

Directions? [Pause. With another exhale,] Directions are good.

[maybe giving her a starting point would be nice, Peter. Just saying.]

[eiremagic]

Well, where are you?

[onset]

Oh, [there's a little sound when he winces to himself, clicking his tongue,] Right. Sorry. I'm -

... Actually, I have no idea where I am.

[+5 useless points]

[eiremagic]

Do you see a fountain? A carousel?

[onset]

No. Just buildings, maybe a shop... [After another moment spent looking around,] I can't find the street name.

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[anunluckypenny]

You don't know who you are? Has someone helped you yet?

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[onset]

What? Oh - [with a little, sheepish laugh in his voice,] No, no, I know who I am, I just didn't know who I was talking to. [... and he still doesn't.] I'm actually waiting for someone to meet me right now, but - thank you for your offer.

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[anunluckypenny]

Sorry, sorry! After a while here, a person just starts jumping to the craziest conclusions, you know? And good; the doctors at the hospital who aren't Dr. House are all really nice people. They'll get you fixed up right away.

Oh--I'm Penny, sorry. If something goes wrong with the getting to the hospital thing or if you ever need anything, I'm always up for helping.

[onset]

That's quite all right. I imagine I mustn't have made my situation sound much better than that. In any case - it's very nice to meet you, Penny. My name is Peter. Peter Chadwick. [See? Identity secure.]

Do you work at the hospital?

[anunluckypenny]

It's great to meet you too, Peter, and don't worry about it. Falling into a different dimension kind of throws most people for a loop.

Huh? Oh, no, but I run the Welcome Center. It's about a block away from the fountain and there're coats and beds and things to eat here if you find yourself needing those things.

[onset]

[That's lovely, Penny, and he'd like to tell you that, but a little something you said before is currently taking hold of his attention.]

Sorry, I don't think I got that - falling into a different what?

[trenchknives]

I can come help ya if ya...

[A pause.]

Wait. Ya don't even know who ya are?

[onset]

[Who's got two thumbs and feels like a bigger dolt by the second? This guy.]

I know perfectly well who I am, no need to worry about that.

I don't know who you are, though, which isn't quite as serious, I suppose, but still a bit of an issue.

[trenchknives]

Oh, well, uh, I'm Jimmy. D'you still need help?

[onset]

Jimmy. [after a beat,] Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I'm Peter.

[Yep. Identity still secure.]

That's very nice of you to offer, really. [... Actually.] I don't suppose you can tell me how I'm talking to you? Or - just what kind of program this is, really.

[trenchknives]

Well...

[Jimmy sighs.]

I actually can't explain it to ya. We don't have this kinda thing where I'm from. It's like a telephone, is what people've been tellin' me, but obviously it can do a lot more'n that.

[onset]

Sorry - people have been telling you?