EP.
He opens the door, and as it closes behind him he takes a few moments before he realises that he is not in his office as he should be. He is immaculately dressed in an almost-army uniform.
He surveys the bar-room, an eyebrow cocked in mild confusion. He spins on his heel and pulls at the the handle of the door. It fails to open under his hand. He takes a deep calming breath and turns back to face the room.
Now if only he could work out where the devil he was.
Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart heads for the bar.
He surveys the bar-room, an eyebrow cocked in mild confusion. He spins on his heel and pulls at the the handle of the door. It fails to open under his hand. He takes a deep calming breath and turns back to face the room.
Now if only he could work out where the devil he was.
Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart heads for the bar.