Who: Bridget Jones (cameo) and Open! Where: Someone's apartment on the station. Open! What: Arrival. When: Daytime. Warnings: Language.
Bridget made her way up the courthouse stairs, stopping to check the sign and see which room Mark was working in. With each step, she mentally rehearsed how to tell him that she was pregnant. When she reached the doors to the viewing gallery overlooking his courtroom, she still hadn't decided. She pulled them open and stepped inside, hoping that seeing his face would help her decided the best way to announce the news. Only, she wasn't in a courtroom at all. She was in someone's flat.
"What the fuck?" She blurted out. How the hell did she get there? She told herself to turn around, just go back the way she came and she'd figure it out. At least it wasn't a yurt. She turned around, opened the strange looking doors and saw a very different hallway than the one she'd been in a moment ago. She had no idea how she'd become so lost. As if this day wasn't complicated enough. "Oh, Christ!"