One minute Will had been in the Med Centre while Alice was was having her baby. And feeling bloody awkward about it, he had to admit. But, he felt bad for Alice, not having Cyrus here. The next, he was back in that bloody bottle. He knew it had to have only been a matter of time til his luck ran out, and the seal decided that the bottle needed to be in Lawrence too. He just wished it had had better timing.
Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he tried to ring Ana. But, soon realised that the magic of the bottle seemed to block the signal. "Bloody hell." He grumbled, as he settled down into the cushions. He supposed he had to hope that he'd be found by one of the displaced.
A few hours later, after he'd been playing tetris on his phone for quite a while, the bottle started to shake. He remembered this from last time, as he tried to keep his balance. And then very quickly he left the bottle in a puff of smoke, only to appear in front of someone he vaguely recognised from the network.
"Mistress mine, my will is thine. Tell me your wishes three. Ah, bloody hell!" He grumbled, as he pulled the little ruby gems from his pocket and held them out to the woman in front of him.