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The Hunter isn't here, despite what my scans are telling me. Most disappointing.

And this body. Urgh. I almost miss being made of Phazon.

Oh come on! Of all the points in time to bring me back to, I end up in 2008! The person doing my job is completely incompetent and I now apparently have marking to do even though I haven't been a college professor in years!

This is not a good weekend, and I officially dislike Halloween. A lot.

Where am I? What is this thing? I'm supposed to be in the field. We're supposed to be moving in on where Hitler is.

Bucky? Are you around kid?

God, sometimes I really do get sick of waking up with a headache.

I should not be here.

I'm not allowed out. I already escaped once and I don't think that a second time will go unnoticed.

Now this is different. I wonder what my siblings are up to.

This can't be good.

Um, can someone tell me what's going on?

This world feels... cold. A blinded hunter is no use in world such as this.

Braxiatiel? Narvin? ...Romana?
...Doctor?

Okay... I wasn't expecting this. Usually when I want to go somewhere, I'm there. But I wasn't planning on this. At least not yet. Oh well, could be worse. At least I didn't bring a ton of water into the library again.

I know I had nothing to do with this, so what the hell is going on here?

All right, Noah. I've got to hand it to you, you've one upped me this time. Enough fooling around and call off the telepath that you dragged into these petty little games.

Peter?

What the fuck did you do?

Where am I? This is not Chicago, and it certainly isn't Davidson Military Academy. This.. this can't be right. I got a feeling it's New York, but it can't be. People don't just wake up miles away from where they were. I need to find my cousin Mark. Or my drill sergeant, Mr. Neff.

Wow. This sake is strong.

New York. Los Angeles. Six of one, half dozen of another.

Hello, New York!

Mom? Dad? This isn't Grandma's house. Where am I? Where are you?

Well, isn't this interesting? Certainly not where I was last.

It never fails. It seriously NEVER fails. Halloween comes, things go all wacky.

Gwen, if you're normal, can I just go back to bed until this is all over? I'm so not dealing with this.

...I'm not supposed to be here. Mum and Dad are still back home, and the 'England for the English' brigade were...

I can't think about that. A Chandra doesn't cry, not in times like this.