Who watches the watchmen? (Sam)
Jo came to on a wall around what looked like a medieval city. On the outside, there was forest stretching out as far as they eye could see. And inside, there was a castle surrounded by houses of varying sizes. The further out from the castle and closer to the wall, the smaller and more humble the homes got.
It was perhaps a sign that Jo had almost gotten used to the whiplash world changes that she didn't panic right away. She had a gun in hand and chain mail over her clothing. She was actually better armed and protected than the last few worlds. That was a comfort. She looked out over the wall and at the watchman-or rather, watchwoman-that was just barely visible in a spot on top of the wall not too far from her.
So this was new, but she'd figure it out. She also had less worries about the people she loved because they'd been on each world. Of course, the islands had separated them but Dean had still been there and relatively safe. She was confident that she'd find them soon enough. She clearly had a job to do for now. She wasn't sure whose brilliant idea that was, but she put in her time and only left her spot when one of the watchwomen showed up to relieve her.
It was already night by the time she ventured into the village in search of her people and a place to stay. She wouldn't have said no to a tavern at this point either. She was a little impatient with the fact that some planets provided shelter and others just dropped them off with no hints as to where to go or not go to find a safe place to sleep for the night.
She found her way into an inn, hoping that she could at least get a beer-or some ale, whatever-and maybe a room, assuming she had the money for it.