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[He speaks with a mildly British accent, mixed with twinges of French in every other consonant. His first instinct would have been to use his native language - the latter - but it's become clear that he'll have more luck being understood going with his father's.]

I... wish I could think of something wrong I'd done. Something that would explain why I'm here and why I have to - fight. [He's having a hard time expressing himself. Peter doesn't... really know what he wants to say, other than that he would very much like to be placed back where he came from.] Then I'd feel there was some kind of justification I could understand.

Anyway, uhm - if there's someone I know out there, is... is there any way I can find them? Contact them? I'd really appreciate any help. I - I have a friend - his name is Frederick, he's a doctor, English, taller than me... [He gestures with a flat hand, above his head. Then he reaches into his pocket to bring a small photograph closer to the camera,] This is the only picture I have of him. I don't have pictures of anyone else.

[With a soft sigh, Peter's shoulders drop. He then mutters to himself, a presence of annoyance in his tone,] Je ne sais pas sur quel pied danser...

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Like what?

A lot of other Transports are always working on projects. Rebuilding and repairs, mechanics... depending on your skill set, I guess.

Oh.

[He just wanted to be a radio host.]

I don't think I'm very useful for anything like that.

[ She pauses. ]

Can I ask what it is you do back home?

Me? I'm - well. I'm sort of a journalist.

"Sort of"?

[a small shrug. he's mostly being humble.]

I don't get a lot of work.

Oh.

Sorry to hear.

I could be worse off, to be honest.

Tough economy? [ A beat. ] Where are you from? [ She can't place that accent yet. ]

France. Small town near Paris.

We got sent to Versailles a few months back... for a party. It wasn't a mission.

[Pause. He's frowning.] A party?

Initiative wanted us to relax, I suppose.

[well.] Did you?

It was nice. [ THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. ]

[NO IT AIN'T. Hmmm. Pensively:]

I think I would have liked to see it, actually.

It was quite beautiful. We got sent into the past... 1772.

[Peter really isn't the type to call anything fascinating, especially given the fact that he feels almost guilty, in these circumstances, to see good in something directly related to them. Still - the silence on his end is a bit revealing, in that sense.]

Amazing. They've... they're really advanced.

[Here.]

It really is incredible [ and suspicious ] when they manage to get that to work. Otherwise it just keeps yanking random people here.

Have they taken people - from that time?

I'm not sure. There are people from worlds where they've never even heard of electricity.

[What even.]

Who?

Well, I can't name people exactly -- but you'll see it on the network often.

[He nods quietly, looking down to think.]

I thought I'd have a lot of questions, but I'm not... really coming up with anything else right now.

[Which is. Odd. Isn't it?]

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