Oswin Log. Day forty four. It seems I've been separated from the group. Fantastic. [pause as she takes a breath] Location hasn't differed, but perhaps a little less overgrown. No statues. Nobody...I figure I'll hike back to town and see if I can get any lead there. I'm sure someone can explain. Point me in the right direction. I'll get this figured out. No damseling here.
Apparently my group never came through here. The town's changed, less graves. I must be in the past... [thinks for a moment] The angels then...Time hopping angels, hm. I suppose that's not the zaniest thing to have happened. Now to get back...how to get back. I don't think they'll take kindly to asking nicely. I'm camping out, waiting to see if any of the others got looped into this mess. Hopefully not, but it's awfully lonely. Cold.
Day two in the past. Not much better luck as I've lost light. I see them in the corner of my eyes, not drawing any nearer. They just like being close by and I'd hate to think it's doing something, but they are. They're drawn to me like the fog. [shudders] How does one kill something made of stone? Or is this just going to be a never ending staring contest until one of us kicks it in. [huffs a laugh] I think we both know who'd win.
This all is beginning to seem a bit familiar. Holed up in a ruin waiting for one thing or the other to come along. Waiting and waiting and waiting. I've been doing a lot of that lately, and it doesn't seem to be very clever. But the thing is owning up to knowing when one's stuck and I'm stuck. Stuck in the past... What if. What if I'd grown old and died here? It'd be better than going home, wouldn't it? How funny of an idea that Tumba is better, but it is. Anywhere would be. [clears throat] Then I think about the others. What if they'd just give up and move along. They don't deserve to be held back, but I don't deserve to be left behind. What if they think I'm dead, but they could still be there. They are still there no matter what. Time doesn't move like that, not parallel. [musing noise. she gets up.] [bag shuffling as footsteps echo across a big empty room] I'll make them see me.
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