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Engineer Torres vanished. She briefly rode a wave of incredible force.
Then bam, she bounced off a brick wall and landed hard on her butt. Growling, she shook off the affects and stood. She was in an alley, surrounded by bricks. Ten story tall buildings loomed over her. Bottles and newspaper swirled around. Music of a most unpleasent sort filled the air. Carefully she made he way to the end of the passage. More, tall brick buildings with multiple windows. The ones that were opened showed indication of habitation. Must be living quarters, though no one was living in them at the time. They were all out here, dressed in insane disguises of all sorts. Some were barely even decent. Oh well. With this insanity her Starfleet uniform would go unoticed. But something wasn't right about all this. The tech level was very low. Down on the right, past an array of white-sheeted people were ... combustion engines. Ick. Who wanted to punch soot into the air just to move around? Torres had an idea. She slunk back into the alley and grabbed the least-goopiest newspaper. She flattened it out on the wall and peered at the upper right corner. The numbers were unfamilar but then they resolved, collating out of an unused corner of her brain, the part that stored all that Paris kept babbling about the twentieth century. October 30, 1976. About fifteen years before the Eugenic Wars. Torres dropped the paper. She was a Starfleet Officer. She knew the protocols on time travel. First priority, do not change history. But she had to do something. Leaving a message was a possibillity. Back in her Starfleet Academy days they had had to take apart and move a little Lewis Carrol memorial in the boundaries of the grounds because the oxidation of the metals was causing severe allergic reactions with visiting Fintari diplomats. Boothby, who could be trusted implicitly, had supervised the entire project. But the most sensible thing to do would be to stick around and study the spot she fell out of so she could see if she could create a way back. But that had it's own problems to as she could hardly live in the alley. Who knows how long it would take to reopen the portal? When Captain Kirk and Mr. Spock had gone to the sixties, it took a long time to even create the most basic of devices... Indecision wasn't the most popular things for Torres to feel so she quickly made up her mind.
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