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Adam!

Adam you can't do this!

[Travel through the portal had disoriented her and the dark haired woman faltered in her step as she dashed across the lobby. She came to a stop on the polished floor, looking up and around her.]

Well, this is unexpected.

[Where was she? More importantly where was Adam worth? Helen couldn't place this interior from anywhere she'd been before, it felt...odd. Archaic yet new.

Come out Adam, it doesn't have to be this way. You don't realize what you're doing.

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Maximilian...the book? Oh dear.

[Helen was off put by having to deal with the book as a living entity. Would it have been offended to be put in her pocket? How did one deal with a sentient book?]

I've seen a myriad of life forms; but this is, I will admit, a first. Where is it that I am, if you would be so kind.

[He's sorry Helen really for putting you into such a bind when it comes to book rights. He really really is.

Feel free to smack him if you ever find out it's him.]

This castle and the world are both called Paradisa

Paradisa, paradise the garden of Eden. Well this bodes well if I avoid fruit trees and serpents.

[Helen took another chance to inspect the castle around her, finally holstering her pistol.]

So, what purpose can there be for distracting me from my earlier path? You said that my arrival in 1898 stopped Adam Worth, but if I am here now, rather then there how can I be sure that has been accomplished? I need to know that the timeline has been restored or at least not further altered.

No matter the cost.

[That tone, those words a decidedly darker sentiment than normal for Helen.]

Decidedly difficult to do so here, the castle insures that it is.

[And then a pause at that. That's not quite like the Helen he knows, at least not before her 113 year exile. Hrmm...]

Because the castle pauses time as it were back home with your removal. Or so others have said, recent evidence of a sort has shown that not everyone returns home when they leave the castle. [No just alternate worlds and it's weird.]

The timeline however, is restored. Fully, at least that was what the you that was here before implied.

So while I dawdle here, my own timeline and the history I am aiming to protect has been frozen? I may have pride but this sounds a bit much to be expected even for me.

I have learned in the harshest of possible ways, that time stands still for no man, or woman.

[Adam was trying to save his daughter, she was just as pained by the loss of her own daughter. Ashley, who might still be out there but for all Helen's abysmal failure to find her, to bring her home.]

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[GRUMBLE. Come on Helen it's not that hard. Don't make him sick you on the Time Lord to explain this.

A sigh. Yes the book just sighed and he goes back to writing.

But he is growing concerned, very much so.]

But it is the truth. You're arrival here is evidence of that. [Pausing, all the pausing.] Adam is stopped, that much even those of your world here could tell you that.

I assume, Book, that if you knew the previous versions of myself you should be well acquainted with the fact that I am not easily cowed.

I will not rest easy until I know my mission has been accomplished.

It's Maximillian young lady. [He is so going to deny this when he gets back.] And yes I am very well aware of that.

Then let me inform you of this then. You're mission to 1898 results in the housing of Spring-Heeled Jack as a resident of the London Sanctuary who was the true culprit of a series of murders thought to be done by Jack the Ripper. [Another long drawn out sigh.] Adam Worth, the one from 2011, was killed via his own weapon and his daughter, Imogene, killed not by her disease but by an eve falling on her as a result of Adam chasing you through the streets.

[WAY TO SPOIL HER FUTURE JAMES.]

[Helen Magnus was not a delicate woman, even in her youth she was a strong, steady female. But this...this was enough to have her teetering. Could if be true?]

James, where are you when I need you? [She whispered and found a chair to slump down into. The steam seeming to leave her for the moment.]

Thank you, Maximilian, could you perhaps tell me where I might find a cup of tea? I rather think I need the refreshment.

[Mentioning him makes him pause. If he were certain he could handle it he would say it's him. He's only been gone a day after all...but no. No no, he wasn't because he needs time and space and not getting too involved in her life in person right away.

So he just settles for answering her second question.]

You can wish for it though I have been told it does not taste the same. There is a kitchen on the ground floor, where you could make your own however.

[There is a very distinctive urge there in him to go back and pull her into a hug of some kind, even a brief one to reassure her. But he reminds himself he can't, not yet at least.]

Thank you, Maximilian, that will be all for the present.

[Helen closed the book and slipped it into her pocket. If it was an offense to the book she didn't know and at that moment she was hardly in the mood for such existential pondering.

Helen made her way toward what seemed to be the kitchen to make herself some tea. She needed the semblance of normality desperately.]

[Oh well then, he's just going to write her a note in here if she ever opens the journal again. Because he really can't talk unless it's open. And with him being in the Dead Zone he can't really talk to her.

Darn.]

If you have questions pertaining to losses do feel free to ask me for help.

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