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[ The video clicks on to reveal an elderly man peering into his bracelet, looking extremely perplexed. After a long moment of just staring, he opens his mouth to speak and an English accent comes through. ]

Eh?

[ Wilf taps the bracelet a couple of times, his brow furrowed in confusion. ]

Hello? Hello? ... Wilfred Mott to mission control? [ He grins a bit at that, because - ha! - he's hilarious.

However, his amusement soon passes and leans in closer, raising his voice so that he's now practically shouting down to whoever's listening. ]

CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME? ... Oh, you can? Good. Blimey. Sorry 'bout that, wasn't too sure there for a second. Now, like I said, my name's Wilf and I - well - [ He looks around him, scratching the top of his head and frowning. ] I seem to have gotten meself a bit lost. 'Least I don't remember this bein' on the way down to the corner shop. [ Another smirk, because he's on fire with these quips. While the smile stays in place - polite and friendly as he addresses the masses - he rubs his hands together and is suddenly all business. ] Right. Anyone mind fillin' me in? [ He leans in again, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ] This isn't them aliens again, is it?

[ He looks ready to shut off the bracelet when suddenly something else occurs to him. ]

Oh! And if anyone's seen a redhead runnin' about - bit of a temper on her - give me a shout. She's probably hangin' round a big, blue box thing with a tall, skinny sort of bloke in pinstripes.

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[ 'A new one.' And that, Aoko thinks, is a huge understatement. ]

I was told that we're all from different worlds, too.

Like parallel universes, you mean?

I guess.

[ Looks away briefly. Honestly, she hadn't even thought to ask . . . ]

Are you from England, Mott-san? Your accent sounds really familiar.

[ He visibly straightens, smiling widely at the mention of England. ]

I am, indeed! London, to be precise.

[ Similarly, she brightens, lips twitching into a bright and genuine smile. ]

I have a friend from London! Hakuba Saguru! He's a detective.

[ The smile widens even more. ]

A detective? Blimey, that sounds exciting!

He's pretty famous for it! You haven't heard of him at all . . . ?

I'm afraid I haven't. [ He gives her a smile. ] Still, though, he sounds like a decent sort of bloke. Wouldn't mind meetin' him, in fact.

[ That's . . . odd, to say the least. Aoko's smile dims for a moment. ]

When you get back to London, look him up.

Will do. What did you say his name was again?

Hakuba Saguru!

Mm, Mott-san, can I ask you something?

I'll have to remember that one! [ He makes a mental note to write the name down once he gets ahold of a pen and paper. ]

'Course! I mean, I don't see why not.

Which, uhm, 'house' did they put you in? I'm in Heimdall.

And me! 'Least that's what the maid said. Along with me havin' somethin' called - what was it, again? Oh, yeah - "Damage Drain".

No way . . . ! [ Aoko isn't sure whether to be surprised, relieved, or still indignant—she settles for a mix, with surprise the most prominent. ] That's what I have, too!

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