All right, that was honestly easier than she was expecting. She'd been anticipating some kind of last minute shenanigans but she'd gotten the coordinates exactly right.
Sure, the transit between time-lines was always a bit rough but she's made it unscathed and, looking around, the world is intact. Surprisingly intact.
It's 3:15pm, which, on regular days, is when she always walks this way, between her Critical Theory lecture and her "Media Studies of Crime" course. She hadn't been sure that Five would be here. It was a gamble. But it paid off.
She doesn't have time to waste. She needs to - but then her train of thought skips as she realizes that her fingers are hot - not just hot, burning, as though she had grabbed a poker just out of the fire.
Sure, the transit between time-lines was always a bit rough but she's made it unscathed and, looking around, the world is intact. Surprisingly intact.
It's 3:15pm, which, on regular days, is when she always walks this way, between her Critical Theory lecture and her "Media Studies of Crime" course. She hadn't been sure that Five would be here. It was a gamble. But it paid off.
She doesn't have time to waste. She needs to - but then her train of thought skips as she realizes that her fingers are hot - not just hot, burning, as though she had grabbed a poker just out of the fire.