3-16
[This was a dream, right? Because the last thing Susan remembered, was trying her hand at public transportation. More specifically, a commuter train. It wasn't exactly the same as before, and with every calming thought running through her mind... she had boarded it. So why was she so very clearly back in England in half a moment? Why was her clothes better suited for the War Years and where was her cell phone? Susan does not appreciate this, not in the least. She stands there, off to the side of the British Rail's platform digging through her purse, trying to find something in the old/new handbag that belonged to her. This was wrong, this was all so very, very wrong.]