Somewhere in (fictional) Scotland -- Open to Jamie

[just_as_clever]

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

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[creag_an_tuire]

"Well I don't," Jamie says, picking up a pebble and throwing it off into the distance. He turns back to look at Zoe. "I know something's gone rather wrong."

[just_as_clever]

"So you've met some too? Real people, that is?" She shakes her head, looking out over the landscape. "I can't imagine how they've gotten here."

[creag_an_tuire]

Jamie nods. "Some chappie named Vila. I thought it was strange that he would be so far inland and not know he was fictional. 'What's the Mistress up to now', I thought, but when I went to help show him he's fictional," Jamie motions towards his dirk, "Found out he's real. And he's never heard of a TARDIS, much less traveled in one."

[just_as_clever]

"Well, the Mistress did say we ought to be looking for anything out of the ordinary -- I dare say we've found something."