Part 1: Where am I?
Molly was uncomfortable, and cold. She was waking up, dazed and confused, trying to find where the bullet had hit her. She was tired, and sore, but completely un-wounded. She picked herself up, and stumbled towards the end of the alley.
"There's got to be a phone here somewhere. I need to let Evan know I'm alright!" she thought.
She walked on, further and further, but she couldn't see any phones, or anyone that looked like they would have one. She couldn't see anyone at all! In fact, everything looked different. It was London, definitely London. But it was different. Sort of, older. And when she looked down, even her clothes were older. They were 80s style clothes. Clothes that she would normally never be seen dead in!
She carried on walking, until she saw a group of teenage boys, stood on a corner. She walked up to them, and they started wolf whistling. Molly rolled her eyes, and then tried to ask them where she was. They told that they were busy. But she followed them, unsatisfied with their response, to a shop. There were 3 gunshots, a scream, and the squeal of tires.
Some of the older ones ran, but the rest, including Molly, were bundled in to police cars, and taken to Fenchurch East station. Although, it did look more like a block of offices than a police station. When they got there, the officers sorted them into male and female, so everyone else, and then Molly. She was in a cell on her own for a while, wondering how she managed to get here.
The door opened, it was a woman, with short hair. She was softly spoken, and said
"They want to see you in the question room" and lead Molly through a network of corridors that all looked the same. She sat Molly down, and told her that the 'Guv' and 'Ma'am' would be through in a minute.
So Molly sat, and waited.
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