Somewhere in (fictional) Scotland -- Open to Jamie
Verdant green hills rolled off in every direction, painting a postcard-perfect picture. But Zoe, sitting on a rocky outcropping near the crest of one such hill, was distinctly unimpressed. Not only had she seen all of this before (eidetic memory had, perhaps, its disadvantages), but there were far more important things on her mind. She glanced over at her companion and said, "Jamie, I suspect something's gone rather wrong."