#time jump 02

By the time the clock struck, Lamisi had convinced herself that things would work out as they were meant to - that the machine would pull them back into their dingy 2020 lab, smelling faintly of asbestos and stale Doritos. She realizes she trusts Ibrahim, and Sunny, and everyone else on the team (well, mostly). And so, being pulled into some bizarre apocalyptic version of 1980s London was the last thing she’d been expecting. Even Charlie, Jin, and Ilkay - arguably the most immeasurably optimistic members of their mismatched group - seemed rattled as they picked through the abandoned streets of London to the Savoy.  Passing around cans of beans and stale crisps in the lobby had an obvious somber undertone. And as Jin sorts out who is meant to sleep where in the hallway of empty hotel rooms, it strikes her that they’ve never been this quiet. Tired, she supposes. But surely worried.

Lamisi files obligingly into the room Jin cheerfully lists off and finds it ominously unlocked. Thankfully, it looks as though her room had been cleaned prior to its last occupant - still, everything is still covered in a layer of dust. She knows what to expect, but still disappointed when the flickering of the light switch does nothing; she settles for setting the candle someone had given her on the wooden vanity and striking the match to somewhat illuminate the space. It’s when she’s setting her bag on the end of the bed that a soft knock turns her attention back to the hallway from which she’d come. “Hi,” Lamisi greets Sunny. She, too, looks as tired as the rest of them. Quiet. Feeling guilty, she predicts, that the machine has seemed to glitch beyond any rhyme or reason even if the astrophysicist wouldn’t admit it. She’s about to ask if Sunny’s spoken to Ibra and remembers the last time they’d spoken they’d argued - the question falls flat before it spills from her tongue. “Do you need something to help you sleep? I might be able to scrounge that up. You look exhausted.”