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professor susan p. hastings (_believeinmagic) wrote in silverage,

Susan walked home from work, it was better than the bus, and she was rather used to the shenanigans that occurred in her city. She wasn't used to not being able to leave, but she rarely left anyway. What was disconcerting were the creatures that seemed to follow this out-of-time people. It made her think of Narnia, and whether it had all really been a game.

"Silly imagination," she muttered, walking past an alley, then doubling back. There was a man standing there looking utterly confused, and if Susan wasn't mistaken, he was bleeding.

"New one, aren't you?" she called to him, the slight Britishness still tinging her voice, even after 15 years. "I won't hurt you, come on out, and let's a look at you."