In These Stones Horizons Sing

If I wanted to be in Cardiff, I would've come here instead of Japan. I don't need some damn rift forcing me places I don't want to be. Sounds like something a geek with too much time on his hands made up.

I've been brought through a rift in space and time and picked up by the ghostbusters. And people call me crazy.

And, more importantly, my money is not in my account. Why isn't my money in my account? That was my money. I like my money. It's mine. I'm very unsettled. In an angry way.

A break from Miami is nice, but I don't think I would have chosen Cardiff as my must visit vacation spot. Couldn't I have gone somewhere with better shopping or something?

Cardiff? Really? Of all the places to stick a rift in time and space, they picked Cardiff? How utterly ridiculous. Honestly, if I never see another parallel universe, it won't be quite soon enough for my tastes.

[Filtered from kiddies eyes]

Hey Bonesy, baby.. you ever want to do that little thing you did to me with your tongue again? You can do that anytime you want. Hell, I'd do that shit in public.

Though next time, you can buy the coffee in the morning.

Huh. Gotta stop digging my head in my work...

Well at least this shit's better than being stuck in bumfuck nowhere.

If I see any little green things with three eyes though, they're getting slayed.

Fuck that nonsense.

I am getting really sick of rifts in time and space. And I am less amused by people who treat this like it's an everyday occurrence. If you're so used to picking people up, you should be able to send them back.

I demand to be returned to my own time stream immediately! I was in the middle of something very important.

. . . You'd think I'd be more freaked about this than I am. Huh.

A rift? In space and time? You've gotta be fucking kidding me. This isn't some bullshit sci-fi show.

I need to get back to Gotham. They keep telling me that's impossible, that there is no city called Gotham in New York. Clearly we're dealing with geniuses here...

Am I hallucinating or is Captain Kirk actually here? Because there is so much wrong with that. Next thing we're going to be getting Obi-wan Kenobi or Batman...or something else completely insane.

That said though, it's pretty awesome.

Oh, and Captain America? If I'm going to keep taking care of these Weevil things that are running around, you should so pay me for it.

Is there a shooting range around here?

I really, really, really need a shooting range.

A rift in space and time? Seriously?

Sounds like something out of an old Doctor Who serial.

Guess there's no point in asking if West, Sparrow and Micah are here. Or pops and Lee.

This is an interesting take on a kidnapping. Almost gives the illusion of free will. Almost.

I'm not that good with computers. Somebody want to tell me how I get a note back home?

{the following is being uploaded onto the computer via voice recognition software; this explains the words being slightly misspelled as the programing types as close to the user's speech pattern as possible}

The folks I talked to when I showed up said that this ain't home and Georgia's a long ways away besides. I don't think I like that too much and I don't know what to do when I start feelin' really bad again if I don't have my medicine and I know my family won't.

What's a place like this want with a kid like me anyhow? It just don't make sense.

This is ridiculous. I'm a goddamn doctor!

Since my esteemed captain can't be bothered with pleasantries, you're going to have to settle for me. I'm Dr. Leonard H. McCoy. Just call me Bones. The other fellow is Captain James T. Kirk. Just call him an idiot.

I need a drink.

Nothing ever goes the way it's supposed to, does it? You become the youngest person in history to get your own ship and this happens.

Figures.

It would be great if, now and then, my life was normal. Just, you know. For a change of pace. But no, I have to try and check into a hotel room and end up in Wales. Which is hard to believe, since wild horses (or horsepower, for that matter) couldn't drag my brother onto a plane to get to Wales in the first place. Maybe if they were phantom horses, by why would phantom horses be on a plane? ... stop thinking, Sam.

Anyway... hi. I'm Sam Winchester. I hope the rain doesn't kill my laptop.