The cobbled, dingy streets of London.

::The young Aidan sits on the ground and leans against the wall, a raggy coat covering his knees. It's night and his stomach rumbles, but he's used to that. In the cap by his feet, the loose change adds up to under a penny. He gathers it up anyway and picks his way to the pub.::

::Aidan stays in the shadows as much as possible, feeling the cold more but deciding it's best not to flash his crazy futuristic clothes to the public, assuming already that he's in the past.::

(From the look of Aidan's clothes, I'd say I was in the... olden days, henry the eighth style.)

::Aidan continues his search for... well... anything.::

::Lots of people walk past Aidan, ignoring him entirely. They're all happy and stuff and snow is falling lightly to the ground. It's Christmas time and people are going out to pubs and getting merry.::

(This is actually really sweet. Like the muppet christmas carol without the muppets. I like it. I wonder how I die...d.)

::He pulls over a random boy, around his age.::

"Excuse me good sir, but could you tell me where I am and what year this is?"

"Excuse me!"

::The boy pushes Aidan away and stares at him like he's mad. His ears stick out a lot.::

"Mother!"

::A woman in a very long expensive coat wraps a protective arm around her son and glares at Aidan.::

"What are you doing?"

(Speak posh!)

"Frightfully sorry, Madam, I was lost. Wondering what city I am in. You seem like a very educated, fine woman. Could you please enlighten me?"

::The woman sniffs and continues to glare at Aidan.::

(Lost?!)

"We're in London."

"Ah why of course we are! Yes... what year is this?"

::The boy pulls himself out from under his mother's arm and looks from Aidan to her with an utterly intrigued expression.::

"Mother, is he mad?"

::He turns back to Aidan and enunciates carefully as he talks.::

"Eighteen-twelve."

"Spiffing. Thank you. That will be all."

::Aidan nods his head and casually continues to walk along the street.::

(I need to find the powers that be of this time. I need to find some witches, or even some demons. Somewhere magical.)

::For now, he continues to walk.::

::As do others *cough*::

::Aidan keeps an eye out as he heads for a nearby public house.::

::Dante slowly walks along the streets, trying to recognise somewhere. Finally he walks into the pub to see if there's someone to ask.::

::Dante runs out of the pub and down the streets, finally stopping at a clear part of wall where he takes out a handkerchief and wipes his brow with it.::

"This place is more horrible than ever I could have imagined. So full of filth. This is not my London!"

::Aidan stumbles along the streets, trying to run but he's losing breath. He gets as much distance from the place as possible, but he's not too close to the pub place he was at? Or was he, who knows.::

(Need to hide.)

::Trying to find a side alley or something at least to hide down, through the many faces around that suited the time, there was one that didn't. A man against the wall he recognises...?::

(What the?)

::Over he stumbles to Dante and wipes his eyes a little, assuming it was only one person per time. He shakes him a little, leaning his body weight into Dante.::

"Dante... Dante... where's the portal!?"

::Dante steps back, recognising Aidan as a past life. He looks at him suspiciously::

"Are you the past life?"

"Yes... wait no. I'm the present, in the past. They sent me back to here, 1810 or something, from 2007..."

::Dante looks around. If he had to guess which year this was, he'd have said 10000 BC.::

"Oh, wonderful. So I'm in your past. Thanks a lot, punk."

::The man turns and stalks off.::

::Huntley leaves the manor, flanked by a couple of servants. He stares up and down the street but there's no sign of Aidan. Nonetheless, they start to search for him.::

"Wait!"

::Aidan stumbles after him.::

"A man is after me, he drugged me and tried to assult me, maybe even kill me!"

"I see he failed to do so. Are you as outraged as I?"

::Dante keeps walking.::

"Dante's seem to be as fegging useless as eachother."

::He mutters under his breath.::

"Do you or do you not know where the time portal is, or am I wasting my time even asking you for help?"

"Of course I know where it is! I just came through it!"

::Dante stops walking and points down the street.::

"It's that way. You take the second left after that post box and then turn right into a little alley. You can't miss it!"

::Those are the wrong directions but nothing in Dante's behaviour shows this.::

"Now leave me alone!"

::He starts walking again and takes a right away before going along more streets and to the portal.::

::Following his directions, Aidan well, finds nothing at all except a dead end.::

"BASTARD."

(At least that damn drug is wearing off.)

"BASTARD BASTARD BASTARD."

(I should teach that Mr Drugschildrenforfun a lesson. In fact... I could actually figure out a way for past Aidan to get something out of this...)

::He schemes as he finds a scrap of paper somewhere and scribbles away with a random pen.::

(If Aidan is me, then I'm him, I've resumed his life.)

::He reads the spell to give him what he deserves and also change Aidan's fortune.::

"That murderer doesn't deserve his fortune,
Turn his cash flow around, may his money be sent to me,
Or rather, my past life of this time,
Provided my past life uses it for good, and helps others,
Powers above I plee to thee, so hopefully you'll swap his money,
And manage it so Aidan gets enough to live on...

Ooo, and also send the murderer to jail please. Maybe..."

[Dun dun dun! Nothing happened.]

(Well... I'm sure it worked.)

::Aidan looks blissfully unaware for a few moments, but can't escape pangs of guilt for if he finds a way out of here without making sure that man was justly punished.::

(But wait... Aidan is supposed to be killed... else... er... will it mess up the cycle of past lives? He needs to die... maybe. My head! The spell!)

"Bugger it."

::Time to leave.::

"Guiding spirits hear my plee,
Lead me please, I call to thee,
Take me to the time portal in a gust of air,
It's time to get the hell out of here."

(Word.)

[The wind changes direction and now blows back the way Aidan came. Lightly but he's into this element, he should know that it's happened. If he doesn't... well. The wind will not lead him directly to the portal in this direction but it will be slightly less strong at the end of this street.]

:: Da dum, da dum, da dum! Guess who has just spotted Aidan and is rapidly making his way towards him.::

(If I follow this breeze, sense it and feel through it, I could find it eventually... oh shit!)

"Don't come any closer! I could kill you in a second!"

"Don't be so silly, boy!"

:: Edward now stands in from of Aidan, he's a much bigger man that you.::

"Now you see me."

::Since they're in an alley, Aidan suddenly vanishes and appears behind Edward in a blink of his eyes. He thrusts a sharp elbow to the bottom of his spine.::

"Now you don't."

:: Edward grunts and falls to his knees.::

"Don't mess with me boy!"

(Don't mess with the past.)

"Well... I'm going to go, because unlike you, I have some restraint when it comes to murder. But if you try to follow me, I wont be so restained, do you understand?"

:: Edward rounds on Aidan.::

"And you think I'm going to take orders from some street urchin?"

"Well, if you don't I'll make you disappear for good. Literally."

:: Edward laughs and makes a grab for Aidan.::

"You don't scare me."

::Aidan grabs hold of Edward's hands and both his and his own vanish into thin air. The air begins to travel as Edward's shoulders, and slowly his torso begin to vanish...::

"Would you really like to die?"

::Petunius cluelessly leads Phoebe down the street, on the other side from where Aidan's slowly killing Huntley. He frowns again, utterly lost.::

"I'd ask for directions, but well...no one here seems like they'd cooperate."