002; we will fly sometimes

[kickhopping]

[The SFC comes on and you get a picture of the smallest, most deadly serious ten-year-old with a mess of black hair and large ears you have ever seen.]

Excuse me. [His voice is polite but strained, and he's pretty clearly trying not to sound frightened.] Can someone tell me where I am, please?

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[applelore]

[SCREAMING AND HURLING HIS SFC!!]

Witchcraft!

[kickhopping]

[Thoroughly startled.]

Aaaah! What?!

[applelore]

[There are many loud thunks as England stomps on the device.]

Silence, demon! Or I'll...uh...

[kickhopping]

What are you talking about?

[applelore]

The talking demon box!

[kickhopping]

It's not a demon box, it's a phone. [A little irritably, but only because you startled him.]

...are you okay?

[applelore]

Phone? Never heard of those before...You sure it isn't some demon device?

[Thinks a moment.]

I don't see any scratches or anything of that sort, so I suppose I am.

[kickhopping]

It's a telephone, and you talk to people with it, like we're doing now.

You're weird. ...you don't know where we are either, though, do you. [Sighing a little, sounding tired.]

[applelore]

You're the weird one, what with all this tell-phone nonsense.

No, but I'm certain the fairies brought us here. Or demons...but it's too nice a city for it to be demons.

[kickhopping]

Fairies and demons are the things that are weird! They don't even exist!

[applelore]

Of course they are, stupid! They just don't like people much!

[kickhopping]

And I guess that would be why nobody ever sees them. Instead of the fact that they aren't real. [Have a dose of flensing ten-year-old skepticism.]

Well, at least I know telephones are real. You're using one right now.