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[twiceahero]

Barbara Gordon leans back in her chair rubbing at the bridge of her nose. She turns to Dinah, "I'm worried about Cassandra. I'm not sure this is the best thing she could choose to do. I mean--" she cuts off at rush of sound and light

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[lastblackhawk]

"I don't know, Skip!"

Zinda's frantic, in the cabin.

"We're not where we were!"

[twiceahero]

Barbara's hands are already blurring across the keyboard in front of her, "Is it possible we've time-jumped? I'm locked out of all my satellite systems here, and I'm not seeing nearly enough radio traffic."

[serinusniger]

"Oh, not a time-jump."

Dinah peers over Barbara's shoulder, trying to make sense of the nonsense in front of her.

"Why us? Why now?"

[lastblackhawk]

"Lookin' more likely by the minute," Zinda groans, buried in her consoles and trying to see out the window at the same time. "There's nothin' out there, skipper."