Who? Mark & Isabel Where? A random corridor on wheel 1. When? After his CB call. What? Another Darcy. Open? Sure. Rating? TBC, probably low.
So, it wasn't the first time that Mark had woken up in a strange place. His line of work really did come with more than a little risk. He had been held hostage, he'd been drugged and woken up in the wrong city, he'd fallen asleep on a train and missed his stop by a whole continent, and one time he'd even found himself at a military checkpoint with absolutely no logical explanation for the very nice man with a gun.
But he had never woken up in space. That was a first.
Hadn't he just been having a perfectly civilised time at a Christening in the English countryside? He hadn't been drinking heavily, he didn't think anyone had spiked him, and he doubted anyone there had some grand plan to kidnap him and send him to outer space.
Oh, God, and if something awful had happened, what had they done to Bridget? She had been right there. Surely they would have just left her. He looked out of the window again, and felt his heart racing with anxiety.