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Emma had hit the reverse sequence on the Manipulator, left the Jack who wasn't hers and sent herself into the Vortex, planning to go home.
And well, this quite clearly was neither home nor the 51st century, she realised, looking at the street the Vortex had chosen to deposit her in.
She pressed a few buttons, but the Manipulator insisted on making the noise that meant, "I've no idea where or when we are."
"Some help you are," she said, closing the flap. Looking up, she saw someone approaching her. "Hi, Emma Harkness," she greeted, using Jack's standard line, and offering her hand. "I don't suppose you could tell me what's going on here, could you?"
And well, this quite clearly was neither home nor the 51st century, she realised, looking at the street the Vortex had chosen to deposit her in.
She pressed a few buttons, but the Manipulator insisted on making the noise that meant, "I've no idea where or when we are."
"Some help you are," she said, closing the flap. Looking up, she saw someone approaching her. "Hi, Emma Harkness," she greeted, using Jack's standard line, and offering her hand. "I don't suppose you could tell me what's going on here, could you?"