[ The voice comes over the feed; hushed, though Guilford speaks with purpose. ] Seasons cannot pass this quickly...

I require-- [ Assistance? Direction? No, he remembers exactly where he is. He just doesn't know when. The scenery does not match up one hundred percent with the weather he last remembered ( Read more... )

[ Guilford's voice was the first, the signal originating from his communicator. His tone was neutral but for a faint trace of nervousness. ] What is the first step?

[ There is shuffling as someone else moves. A woman's voice is next -- Viola's. ] You're right handed, right? Then hold it with your left.

How deceptively simple. [ Another shuffle, ( Read more... )

[ Guilford -- and you can tell it's him because his eyes aren't glowing -- he looks frazzled. Exhausted. He is sitting on the floor inside the temple, hair wet against his face, and eyes focused one of the many foreign religious artifacts before him ( Read more... )