Fred had been spending a good bit of time recently with Wes, but she was bound and determined to be her own woman. She wasn't going to hide behind some hero, or wall and a marker. No. Plus how dangerous could a city be that was constantly remapping itself as well as resetting time. It truly was a fine study in the relation of space and time, and Fred's ideas on portals and their play upon the world around her were jostling for position in her mind - they were so eager to be added, subtracted, derived, just simply formulated, maybe even a little division and multiplication. Surely higher mathematics were in demand, but for now she was happy with the ideas of ideas.
It wasn't until she heard that noise that Fred began to wonder if maybe she'd gone the wrong way. Parks were supposed to be friendly places full of sunlight and joy, not the sounds that seemed to come with the more technological side of phenomenal displacement. Of course, that sound did sorta sound like...well, a time machine. They always seemed to make that whussha kinda sound. So, with the sound, as it grew, Fred hid behind a tree. The soon-to-be squirrel godking's tree. And, she watched.
It looked familiar, very familiar. The blue box. Fred just shook her head and slowly approached. What she wasn't expecting was the door opening by a surfboard toting Englishman.
"Uhm...that's cause it's not. It's the City." Well, the box was familiar, but the face, not so much. "Have a feelin' it's prolly equal distance from Hawaii and nowhere."