"Aw, man!" Claudia exclaimed, making a face as the glass vessel fell from the shelf, shattering, her lunge to grab it mere instants too late.

A moment of eerie silence lulled her into complacency. Whew, that was close, she thought.

Then an explosion ripped through the air, wind whipping past her hair. Darkness, punctuated with blinding flashes of lights swirled in her vision. She covered her face with her arms as a sensation of acceleration jolted her body.

She felt something skid underneath her, friction burning through her jeans, the scratch of something gritty beneath her body. She peeled her eyes open, choking on dust that billowed in dazzling rays of sunlight that filtered down.

"Hey!" A voice shouted, accompanied by pounding footsteps.

"Wow, that was gnarly," Claudia muttered to herself, standing from where she had come to lie on the ground. As her eyes adjusted, she saw she was outdoors, in some sort of park—with a woman running toward her.

"I saw the flash! How did you get here?"

"Not exactly sure."

"What do you mean, you're not sure? You just like, friggin teleported here."

"No, I've teleported before. This wasn't quite like that."

"You've teleported before. What are you, some kind of Wessen?" The other woman reached surreptitiously into her jacket.

"A what? I've seen of a lot of crazy stuff, but not of anything called 'vessa'."

The woman suddenly jumped forwards, something metallic flashing in her hand.

"Whoah! What are you doing?" Claudia skittered backwards, alarm filling her voice.

"OK, you're definitely not a Wessen." The woman shook her head with a relieved look, putting away what Claudia could now see was a large knife.

"What are you talking about?"

"It's complicated. Sorry about that. I had to make sure. Weird stuff usually doesn't mean anything good for people like me."

"People like you? What kind of weird? I work with weird, so maybe I can help."

"You work with weird? Are you a Grimm?" Trubel asked, looking at her strangely.

"A what? No. I work for, well, I can't really tell you. But I'm kind of like a real-life Agent Mulder." Claudia explained.

"Really?" Her voice was tinted with disbelief.

"Yeah, look." Claudia pulled out her badge.

"Secret Service? So why would a Secret Service agent teleport out here?" Trubel questioned, shrugging.

"Nope, wasn't teleportation. This was something different. By the way, where is 'here', exactly?" Claudia queried,

"Portland."

"Holy interdimensional travel, Batman! That's a long way from South Dakota!" Claudia laughed.

"You just got here from South Dakota?" Trubel tilted her head as she asked, curiosity showing in her face.

"Yeah, I'm about as confused as you are. I need to call my boss."

"Lemme guess, he's in South Dakota."

"I hope so. I hope it didn't them too." Claudia said, reaching in her pocket.

"Them being?" Trubel prompted.

"My coworkers. Never know with the stuff we deal with, just what will happen."

Claudia pulled out her Farnsworth, earning a strange look from her companion.

"What is that?" Trubel's voice was tinged with curiosity.

"A really old version of FaceTime." Claudia explained, scrambling for a way to make it make sense.

"What, your agency can't afford smartphones?" Trubel snarked.

"No, this is just more reliable." She shook her head.

"Really?"

"Yeah." Claudia replied, thumbing the dials. She only met static.

"Looks like stone age FaceTime isn't so great after all." Trubel said, crossing her arms as she smiled in amusement.

"No, something's not right. They never fail."

"Why don't you try a real phone?" Trubel asked, putting her hands in her pockets.

"I don't have mine. I left it in the office." Claudia sighed, shaking her head.

"Fine. Use mine." Trubel produced hers.

"Thanks. By the way, I didn't get your name."

"Folks call me Trubel." She said, handing the phone to Claudia.

"Trubel? Good to meet ya. I'm Claudia." She smiled.