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Sky Gypsy responded as freely as she ever had, and it was only seconds before the clouds closed in, hiding Owen and 21st century Cardiff from the brief glances that Diane let herself take. She had no clue where the rift would take her, only that it would take her somewhere else, somewhere new, and she needed that. Needed somewhere people weren't going to have expectations of her, somewhere she could be herself. Somewhere she could fly.
There was no indication of any change, even in the atmospheric pressure, no turbulence, no rain, no storms, but the clouds cleared within heartbeats, to a hazy, milky sky Diane didn't recognise, and a clear field below on the edge of a small town that had to be worth landing in. Besides, she was tired, and hungry, and neither of those made for safe flying.
Silence closed in suddenly when she killed the ignition, comforting purr of engine gone to leave...nothing. No hint of breeze, no birdsong (though the birds had probably been kept at a distance by Gypsy's engine) and Diane pushed the door open cautiously, climbing down and keeping one hand resting on the fuselage while she looked around for any sign of life.
Like the figure approaching from the town-side of the field.