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[moirabyrne]

Who: Moira and Ian!
What: Moira doesn't quite know!
When: Now!
Where: Moira's on the phone in her house to begin with...

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[sonof_ealltuinn]

"Ian Delaney."

Ian spun on his chair, head tipping over the back of it as he stared up at a pock-marked ceiling. It was getting late, or early depending on which way he looked at it and if he got lucky, his replacement would show up on time for once in her life and he'd get to fall into his bed before ten.

He knew Moira was on the other end, her ringtone was a corny little song he'd found while browsing the internet but it held and he smiled, just a tiny little grin. She barely called him anymore when he was at work, but that was usually because she was more than willing to meet him at the train station the next morning or talk to him online at late hours.

When she didn't answer right away he frowned, checking his phone. "Moira, are you all right?"

[moirabyrne]

He sounded the same but there was something different there. He sounded a bit older, the same way she had seemed from pictures and the mirror. Perhaps her voice sounded different, too. "Ian. You knew it was me." Of course he'd known it was her. If she had him in her phone, of course he'd have her phone number in his. "I...don't know."

She honestly didn't have any idea if she was all right. She was in Canada, couldn't remember any of the pictures they'd taken, was older, had a purple housemate who was actually very sweet. Moira was more confused than anything else, but she couldn't understand why she didn't remember how she'd gotten here.

"I'm...confused seems like the wrong word, but I'm bloody confused, Ian. We're in Canada. Why are we in Canada? And why does every bit of technology say we're in 2010?" Ian would know what was going on and how to fix things. Moira was sure of it. Even just hearing his voice had made her feel slightly more calm.

[sonof_ealltuinn]

"Aye, I knew it was you. You text me enough." He meant it as a joke but sobered fast enough. Moira didn't sound quite right. She sounded quite off, actually and that was before she began to babble.

Oh Goddess was she babbling and Ian's knuckles were going white around his phone as he listened.

"Moira...you've been here for years, love."

[moirabyrne]

"Y-years?" Moira was glad she was sitting because she felt her knees go weak. "I...I woke up in this place in Canada. And there are all these pictures of me and you and this lovely girl Clarice, she's purple, but she's sweet as anything. But I don't remember taking them."

She paused. Moira was rambling. She was nervous and she didn't understand and that lead to rambling. "I. It. I look the same as in pictures, but I swear I must be older cause my hair's longer'n I remember it being, my green part is more faded than before. I just." Moira paused again, trying to regain her composure.

"I don't know how I got here, Ian," she said as her voice cracked.