The Universe's Mixer

"At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place. But believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may in fact, be the first steps of a journey."

Violet Baudelaire had slipped away from the group long enough to hop inside a dumpster to grab some bits of wire she had spotted when it happened. It had only been a few months since her escape from the island and her eyes were the biggest clues, for a young lady of 16 she was haunted. But something had happened while she was digging for the wire and she was no longer in a dumpster outside a London science expo, she was now in The City. When she came out with the wires Violet just looked around for several minutes and realized something,"This is not the expo or even London" as she hopped out with wires and her purse in tow.

As she walked to try and locate the expo Violet had a feeling this was just the first steps of another journey. She had no idea while in the dumpster she had been transported into The City and it showed as she walked. But a young woman in an old fashioned skirt and blouse would sort of stick out along with the little bag of parts tucked into her purse. Dark eyes scanned the various shops and people as she walked, looking for something or someone to lead her back to the expo.

"This isn't right. My trajectory is all off. Computer? Computer, calculate relative velocity to previous position," Jake voiced to the computer interface of his spacecraft.

The computer made a few beeps and blinked a few lights. Jake nudged a few dials with his paws to check on the readout. This couldn't be happening. He was way off course! He couldn't even calculate the position of his Mother Ship.

"This is Zunar J5/9 Doric 4-7 contacting Mother Ship. Mother, do you copy?"

"This is M-- ther-- ip -- come --n Zunar J5/-- Dor-- even -- You're breakki-- upp."

"Mother Ship, your transmission is cutting out. Transmit on frequency Alpha Bravo Two Three Five Dash Seven, over."

"Can't trans-- bravo delta -- off course -- Zunar, copy--"

The static was making it almost impossible for Jake to decipher the voice on the other end of the frequency. His collar glowed as he mentally tried to find a frequency that would allow him to come in clearer, but he was quickly distracted by a flashing red light on the center of his control console.
( WARNING! )