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"Oh no, no, no."

The stupid timepiece was acting up again. The usual white screen showing the time and the year was flashing, the numbers changing back and forth. I shook it, a trick that sometimes would work, and winced when the device made a strange whirring noise.

My body was slowly being torn apart, and I felt it on every strand of my being. Every cell, every atom, was being rearranged and thrown around. Yet, I was still corporeal, at least barely. The pain was there, of course. But it was dulled, more in the background. That at least was one of the perks of the apparatus. It was imbedded in my flesh, shaped to look like a wristwatch, made to help me travel through time and space.

It had been uncooperative for some time now, but a quick shake or a tap on its face would immediately fix it. Now, as I tried punching it, the only thing that changed was the pain as my knuckles connected. I swore under my breath, took a long breath, and looked up.

The whole universe, every event, through all time was laid before me. What once was, what is, what will be. It was indescribable, and it was enough to make someone mad.

I stared, images going back and forth, and as I looked, my head suddenly exploded in pain. It was too much for a mortal brain. This was not something I should be looking at. My gaze started to blur, and I knew that I would be stuck here, forever.

Unless I did something rash, possibly stupid, and a hundred percent mad.

My eyes flitted through the images, not looking at one more than a moment. I saw skies of all colors, worlds of every shape, cities on every landscape imaginable, and then some more. My eyes caught on an image, and I allowed my mind only a second to recognize the tall tower with a clock face before I threw myself forward, and clasped the images with my hands.

I landed with a thud, and groaned in pain. I was out of the time vortex, and although the pain dissipated somewhat, it was no longer a background noise. My muscles hurt, and my skin screamed as it brushed the hard floor.

"Oh, my! Are you quite alright?"

My hands quickly found purchase with the floor and I pushed, quickly landing on my feet as I accessed my surroundings. It was a street, not one I recognized, and it was mostly vacated. An old woman watched me a few feet away, and she gasped when she saw my face.

"Young lady, I think you need a hospital."

I quickly examined her, noting her clothes and the accent. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"Where's the Cronux?" I asked, and my voice rasped. I licked my lips, suddenly very thirsty.

The woman blinked. "I really think you need help. You may need a hospital."

"No, no. I'm quite all right, thank you. I need to see the Cronux."

"The…" the woman hesitated. "The Cronux?"

I nodded. "You know, big tower, huge clock?" I motioned with my hands.

Comprehension dawned on her face, and I let a sigh of relief.

"Oh! You mean Big Ben?"

Now, I was confused. "What?"

"You mustn't be from around here, I can tell from the accent. Doesn't really sound American though." She took a step forward. "I can give you directions, if you want. Whoever led you here was quite off. But I really think you should visit the hospital first."

I waved her off. "No, I don't need a hospital. I need to see the Cronux." I tried stepping forward, but I wobbled. Black spots danced across my vision, and I felt light headed.

An arm found its way around my waist and I leaned on my new support, waiting as the spots disappeared.

"Can you walk? I'm taking you to a hospital."

"No," I tried telling her, but it sounded more like a groan.

"I'm not taking no for an answer. You're bleeding from various places and I think you must've hit your head. There's a hospital right around the corner, you can go visit Big Ben when you're feeling better, alright?"

I wasn't putting attention anymore. Instead, I asked the question that was really bothering me. "Where are we?"

The woman chuckled. "Yes, definitely a blow to the head. Right now, we're near Chancery Street."

This time, my lightheadedness did not come from my injuries. "We're not in Elyrum, are we?"

"What?" When I didn't respond, she continued. "We're in London, England. I think you may be having a bit of amnesia."

I mumbled an incoherency in response, and blindly followed. Now that I was putting more attention, there was no way this was Elyrum. The sky was too light a blue, and even though it was day, the two day-moons were not to be seen.

No, I wasn't on Elyrum. I was on planet Earth.

I've been here before, of course. The humans were way too interesting to miss out on them. And we looked eerily similar, at least in appearances, so it was easy to blend.

Minutes later, we were inside the hospital. They checked me in, the old lady said her goodbyes, and left me alone. At least, a few seconds, until suddenly the hospital staff descended on me and I was whisked away.

They tried doing tests with me, of course, but I didn't let them. They quickly took care of my surface wounds, gashes here and there through my body. They bandaged me, telling me that I was lucky not one of them needed to be sewn. I had simply shrugged, remembering that the human skin was weaker than ours.

"What year is it?" I asked.

The hospital staff looked at me worriedly before muttering something about going to fetch the doctor. I shrugged, sat on the gurney, and stared at the window. It was pouring outside, but my attention was elsewhere. I examined what I could from my reflection on the window. My dark hair knotted, the usual wavy strands were sticking out every which way. I tried smoothening them, trying to erase the image of a crazy girl, and did a decent job. My clothes were ripped here and there, right where the gashes on my skin were. I was tired, and it was evident on my face. There were dark shadows under my green eyes, and I was paler than usual.

I was just sitting there, wondering what to do, when it happened. Everything started to shake, the cupboards blew apart and objects started to fall. I grabbed on to the gurney, heart racing as I waited for everything to stop.

When it did, I instantly realized something was different. It took me a moment to realize that there wasn't any light coming from the window. I slowly stood, trying to find my footing as I peered through the glass.

We were on the moon.

Well, then.

I had not expected that.