018 - So... uh...

[thinkb4ublink]

Right then. [There's a big old pause here because a) while that sounded firm, Slater's no clue where he is and b) he's not entirely sure this thing can hear him and he's not just talking to a telly. He's revealing his nervousness by rolling a metal slinky back and forth in his hands.] Yeah. Uh. Where am I and... well this ain't home. Not even London, no traffic, so maybe anybody tell me how I got here?

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[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

[After a second to realise what he was talking about and put it down.] Nothing. Something I found.

[19centconstable.livejournal.com]

It looks like something what would fall out of the farming equipment. Or a really big clock.

[thinkb4ublink.livejournal.com]

Like I said: nothing.