01: [Holo] In Our Bedroom After the War
Inspector Eric Finch, head of the Scotland Yard, shuffled wearily down the eerily deserted streets towards his flat, the sounds of a free and joyful London far in the distance still pressing against his back. 10 Downing Street had been destroyed, and he had watched it burn, watched the beautiful embers of freedom alight the sky, gazing down upon thousands of equally transfixed citizens. And he had stood next to Evey Hammond, the young woman he'd been puzzling out for a year now. But all of that could wait a few hours. There would be much to do now, and sleep was likely to be even more elusive that it had been of late.
When he opened his front door, he expected to be inside his austere little flat; instead, he found himself surrounded by smooth metal walls. This looked like some sort of detention facility, perhaps. A part of him suddenly had this feeling of dread; had any party members managed to escape? Was he simply dreaming this?
"Oh, bloody hell," he murmured, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Finch turned, trying to examine the room from all angles as best as he could. He had parted ways with Miss Hammond, though they both agreed to meet tomorrow morning. Was it possible she was here as well? Wherever here was?
"Miss Hammond? Dominic? Are you here, lad?" The echoing silence was disconcerting, to say the least. It was at this point that he noticed the strange device on his wrist, not knowing what to make of it. Another quick glance around, and he spotted the tablet. Picking it up, he examined it cautiously, not knowing what its purpose was. And there was a strange door ahead. Could it really be that simple? What awaited him on the other side?
The tablet looked almost like a communicator of some sort. He supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to at least inspect what it could do. It had been put there for a purpose, after all, though whether that purpose was good or nefarious remained to be seen.
"Hello? What is this place?" He paused, tapping it with his finger. "Anyone?"
Pause. "Christ," he murmured under his breath.
When he opened his front door, he expected to be inside his austere little flat; instead, he found himself surrounded by smooth metal walls. This looked like some sort of detention facility, perhaps. A part of him suddenly had this feeling of dread; had any party members managed to escape? Was he simply dreaming this?
"Oh, bloody hell," he murmured, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Finch turned, trying to examine the room from all angles as best as he could. He had parted ways with Miss Hammond, though they both agreed to meet tomorrow morning. Was it possible she was here as well? Wherever here was?
"Miss Hammond? Dominic? Are you here, lad?" The echoing silence was disconcerting, to say the least. It was at this point that he noticed the strange device on his wrist, not knowing what to make of it. Another quick glance around, and he spotted the tablet. Picking it up, he examined it cautiously, not knowing what its purpose was. And there was a strange door ahead. Could it really be that simple? What awaited him on the other side?
The tablet looked almost like a communicator of some sort. He supposed it wouldn't hurt anything to at least inspect what it could do. It had been put there for a purpose, after all, though whether that purpose was good or nefarious remained to be seen.
"Hello? What is this place?" He paused, tapping it with his finger. "Anyone?"
Pause. "Christ," he murmured under his breath.