InsaneJournal

Susan Sto Helit had packed an overnight bag and left her apartment in Ankh-Morpork for her grandfather's Realm. Taking her furled umbrella in her other hand, she had Left. Having a way with Time and Space, she traveled outside of both, since the Realm of Death was not in a normal time or space. She was rather surprised to find herself on a city sidewalk. She was not where she expected to be. She tried to Leave again, and was even more surprised to find that she could not. She was Not Amused.
        
She tried a Call to her grandfather with no results. She tried to summon Binky, her grandfather's horse with a similar failure. Susan couldn't even seem to locate Death of Rats, despite his habit of following her around for his own amusement. 
                
Focusing on the place she found herself, this New York of 1964, she discovered it was not on Discworld, not in a universe she was familiar with, and even more irritating, found she could not leave the general area of the city, although she could probably travel around it in her usual fashion. She glanced at the people around her and adjusted her wardrobe accordingly, guessing it would be better to blend in for now until she found out what or who was responsible for... for all of this nonsense.
      
It was the sort of joke Ronny Soak might have pulled, but she didn't sense him anywhere around either as Ron or as his aspect, Kaos. Someone must be in charge, though, and she intended to give whoever it was a serious talking to.