I woke up in Westport. Ran into an old friend and investigated the town. May have made a complete and total fool of myself.

[What else is new? But then, this probably isn't what Slugger's interested in finding.]

The town was practically empty, though others were sent back along with us. Thankfully we were never ambushed by hazmats. And the air was breathable. Still, there wasn't much to eat, I barely slept, and I nearly died of thirst. Eventually, we were rescued by someone in a time-traveling police box.

[He wrinkles his nose. He's pretty aware of how weird that sounds.]