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[slightlymonkish]

The sensation had been an all too familiar one to Adrian Monk -- he was falling, falling fast, through light and sound and his mind and body were spinning in sync until it all stopped, very abruptly, with a loud thud against the cold ground.

As he blinked the stars from his eyes, he noticed that something was very, very, VERY different.

There was

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[lilmsmiraclegro]

So. One minute Claire was returning to the house in the late evening, a book on Evolution under one arm, and a yappy Mr. Muggles cradled in the other.

The next, there's grass under her bare feet, and sunlight in her eyes, and a very very yappy Pomeranian freaking out at her shoulder.

"What the hell?"

[slightlymonkish]

Monk starts at the sudden sound of another person and sits up, blinking at her.

Um.

"Hi," he says, warily eyeing the dog.

(Some things just never change.)

[lilmsmiraclegro]

This'll be a very freaked out teenager whirling on him, not really holding Mr. Muggles like a weapon, but getting close.

"Who are you?"

[slightlymonkish]

"Adrian Monk."

... so yeah, this is bad. He was never any good with Julie, and the teens from Apocalyptica didn't really count --

He stands, brushing himself off. "I know you're probably really frightened right now, but you have to stay calm so I can... uh, try to explain what happened."