Who: Samuel Vimes What: Arrival When: October 24 Where: Wandering Rating: G
His first thought was that the wizards had screwed up something again. When he got home, the first thing he was going to do was march down to the University and remind them that tinkering with the laws of causality was fine and dandy as long as they didn't mess up anything outside of their universe while doing it. Not that he really had any say over the Archchancellor, but an angry Vimes was something that few people could face down and if Ridcully wanted to be lofty at him, he could damn well shove it when it involved the City.
He probably wouldn't do that, of course. He might not have been someone to mess with, but the wizards weren't, either, and his first burst of anger would have disappeared by the time he managed to get home. This little village actually seemed quite peaceful, but Vimes was a City man; restful itched. Still, if the wizards had messed with something, though they rarely affected anything outside of their gates, it could have been much worse. Much, much worse.
He wandered past the few houses, barely looking at them, heading into the 'town' proper. He'd thought he'd wander into one of the shops and ask a few questions when a very familiar building caught his eye. Home, he thought for a moment, before mentally correcting himself. The Watch House wasn't home, it was work... But a Watch House would be able to answer his questions. Maybe he'd only been flung into some other part of the world; that was preferable to another one entirely. He wouldn't have to count on the wizards to get him home then.
But the Watch House was empty. It was just the way he remembered it, which was ridiculous; it wasn't like every House was exactly the same. On automatic, he wandered up to the commander's office. It was far too neat and orderly, but sitting on the desk was a small notebook, identical to the one he carried to make notes. Without anything else to do, he sat down, opened it, and began writing.