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There is an increasingly familiar flash of green light as a piece of the future briefly becomes a piece of the past, spilling time travelers out over a gravel surface. They land in a pile of thumps and groans and a spray of gravel.

Most of them at least…

"Anyone dead?" asks Bina.

There is a chorus of "No's".

"All right," says Bina. "Is anyone undead?"

The same chorus, this time mixed with nervous laughter.

"Where the hell are we?" asks Kendra from somewhere off to Bina's right.