net.

Attention: This is Tony Stark. Can anyone take me to their leader?

Am I the only one who distinctly remembers not falling asleep in Vegas last night?

What the hell?! This...isn't the prison, unless the prison suddenly got a lot nicer than before.

Dad? Uncle D? Carl?

...Anyone?

[a man's voice is heard yelling into the microphone of his device; the sound is muffled as if he is holding the device very, very close to his mouth while speaking]

WHERE AM I?

Derek? Scott? Anyone?

Oh my god. Please tell me I'm not here alone.

No, you don't understand. Queen Mab won't stand for this. I have to get to Arctis Tor, right now.

Well, I certainly don't remember winning an all expenses paid trip to Vegas.

My dad is going to shoot someone.

I really need a break, so I don't know what this is...but I didn't want to come to Vegas. I'm kind of dealing with some stuff right now.

Alright, not that I mind Vegas, had a few fond memorizes here.

Anyone have any clue on what the hell happened?

I don't like to be toyed with.

Whoever is behind this, you've kidnapped the wrong woman.

[on a piece of hotel stationary and written in brisk 19th century script.]

To whom it may concern,

I am seeking word of any others held captive here. I have been unable to obtain means of sending a cable to London, and cannot make heads or tails of the equipment provided to me. Advice would be useful, and I would be in the debt of those who provided it.

Should there be need of a doctor, I am a licensed physician and luckily have the better part of my kit on hand.

- Dr J.H. Watson

Mako? Please tell me you're here too.

I mean, not saying we don't deserve a break and all, having just saved the planet, but I'm pretty sure the Jumphawk we fell asleep on wasn't headed for Vegas.

I'm sure Vegas is great, really. But I have another place I need to be and it's pretty much life and death.

Am I really hearing life out there? Hello?

Mom? Maggie? How is this possible?


Hello!?

[a bit garbled at first, then it becomes clear]

… comprendes pas du tout. Hello? If I talk to you, you try to talk back, is there someone inside or someone listening? Where am I?

At least I'm out of Ohio.

I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but...this isn't normal. I don't like it. I don't want any part of it. I can't contact anyone back on Portland, or any of my contacts in Washington. I really don't have a good feeling about this.

I know Molly's here. Anyone else? Thomas, maybe?

I need some more info. Like how did we get here? Not many creatures have the juice to do this kind of thing, and I'm pretty sure it wasn't Mab.

Anybody got any theories they want to share?

Rick Grimes? If you're reading this I'd like to talk to you.

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Lord knows, I do not need to be in this place, but I'm all about making the best of a bad situation.  Y'all settling in okay?