Day Three~ Somewhere in Time

I must apologize for not posting yesterday. As you can imagine, I have been rather befuddled as of late. Algy is not sure we can trust these strangers, but I have informed him that we do not have much of a choice. Besides, I sort of find the one in the pith helmet intriguing. We have yet to determine what year it is, but we have determined that this is not our world. I wonder if this is where the airborne creatures have been going... Until we can discover a way to return to our own world and time, we will have to do some investigating. I find this universe amusing as they have such technological advances in the way of communications, but have yet to learn how to render a motorcar sky worthy. I must give them credit where credit is due, as I am becoming quickly fond of these technological devices. I do miss my sky ship, my crew, and my family. I feel that whatever may happen in the coming days, my voice will be heard. This has certainly startled me some at the beginning as I did not need to put up a fight to be heard, but I think I can get used to that. I am off to discuss my world and the accident that sent us here a trifle further with this crew. There is hope yet.

Warmest Regards,
Deanna Jackson

Day One- Home is *Somewhere*

I am still rather singed and dishevelled since travelling through what I have been  told was a rift in time and space.  So many emotions are spinning through my head, but I must stay composed. The crew of the HMS Intrepid, my faithful servant Algernon, and I were coming close to discovering who or what is behind the ever-increasing disappearances of the birds, bees, and beautiful dragons. Just as we were about to make a breakthrough, there was a loud crack and flash of lights. I can still see spots. When my vision returned, I was no longer standing on my airship, nor was my crew present. The surroundings were unfamiliar as were the faces that greeted me. I thought I heard the familiar voice of Algy, but soon realized no one else could hear him. What I can gather from these friendly strangers is that they are a group whose job it is to repair fractures in time, such as the one I traveled through. One of the crew heads up the hazardous material cleanup. They have promised they will try everything they can to restore Algy to his former self, although I am not completely convinced they believed me when I told them he was trapped inside my brass duck cane. They have also promised they will help to try and find a way for me to return home. In the meantime, I plan to do what I can to help them as well. I think I shall go have a cup of tea and try to gather my thoughts. That is, if this universe has tea.

Warmest Regards,
Deanna Jackson