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?

Comments

[wouldnotkindly]

[That wasn't entirely expected. But there's no reason to refuse, is there, if they're only yes or no questions? So he glances back to him and nods.]

[onset]

[Nodding back, Peter waits a beat to continue.]

Uhm - are we still in London?