Thanks to everyone who read the first part of this. And double thanks to anyone who has decided to carry on reading!

"What exactly do you do then?" O'Brien asked Gene. They were back at the police station, trying to figure things out.

"We're police. We're here to help." Sam said.

"Police? Don't be silly- where's your hat?" O'Brien asked.

"My hat? Bloody hell women half the time you open your mouth I don't have a clue what comes out!" Gene laughed.

"We're not the kind of police who wear hats." Sam said, trying to be helpful. O'Brien didn't like Sam. He was too nice for his own good.

"Right. The way I see it, two of my team have gone missing, and you two seem to have popped up from the eighteen hundreds." Gene continued, ignoring Sam.

"We're from the nineteen hundreds." Branson butted in.

"Don't be stupid- I'm from the nineteen hundreds. Anyway, until Annie and Chris decide to show up you're going to have to do their jobs." Gene finished triumphantly.

"What year is this?" Branson asked. He hadn't really been listening to Gene. O'Brien was beginning to wonder if the man ever actually listened. Sam looked at him thoughtfully.

"1975. What year did you expect it to be?"

"1913." Understanding dawned on O'Brien. "We're in the future."

Branson was one step ahead. "And your missing team, they must've gone back to 1913."

Ray laughed. "Come on, you don't honestly expect us to believe you're from the past?" He and Gene laughed.

"You don't honestly expect us to believe you're police?" O'Brien retorted.

"Now listen here…" Gene started, getting up.

"Guv, calm down. We need to find Annie and Chris. Maybe they can help?" Sam tried to diffuse the situation.

Gene scowled. "Fine. You can sort them out. I'm going to the pub." He swept out of the office followed by Ray.

Sam turned to O'Brien and Branson. "Sorry about him, his manners are a bit unorthodox but more often than not he gets the job done." He was silent for a moment before continuing. "Gene doesn't believe in anything he can't point a gun at- that involves time travel."

Normally O'Brien would've instantly cut down anyone who suggested time travel. Now she had different views. "Do you know why we're here?" She asked.

Sam shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't. But we will find out, I promise."

"Thank you…" Branson tried, but was cut off by O'Brien.

"That boss of yours… where does he keep his fags?"

. . . . .

"O'Brien!" Mr Carson shouted as he entered the kitchen. Annie and Chris looked around in wonder. Who was this 'O'Brien?

"O'Brien is her ladyship's maid." Carson explained, as if reading their minds. "I was wondering if she'd have a spare dress for you- we can't have you walking around here dressed as a man now, can we?" He asked Annie, chuckling. Annie looked down at her trousers, then back at Carson. He'd already moved on.

"Where is that woman?" He muttered to himself. "Branson?" He tried someone else, to no result.

"Fancy place you've got here." Chris said, picking up a highly polished candle stick.

"Thank you, I try to keep everything in shape." Carson turned around. "And I will kindly ask you not to touch anything- fingerprints on the family's possessions will not be tolerated." Chris hurriedly replaced the candle stick.

"Now, do sit down." Carson gestured at the kitchen table. "Where are you from?"

"Manchester." Chris said, reaching for and apple from a bowl of fruit. Annie slapped his hand away.

"I see. And how did you come to be here?" Carson continued, giving Chris a stern glance.

"That's what we don't understand- one minute we were there, now we're here." Annie caught sight of the day's newspaper, carefully folded and ironed, sitting in front of her. It was written in 1913.

"This may seem strange, but what year is it, sir?" She asked.

"Year? People get lost in space, not in time. It's 1913, and Good King George V rules the country." Carson shook his head. "Honestly, I…" he broke off as a woman entered the kitchen. "Mrs Hughes! Have you seen O'Brien and Branson anywhere?"

"No, I haven't." Mrs Hughes answered. She saw Annie and Chris. "Goodness gracious girl, what are you wearing?"

Annie blushed and hid her legs under the table. Mrs Hughes' attention immediately turned back to Mr Carson. "A word Mr Carson, if you will." She said, then left the room.

"Of course" Carson said, and then followed her out.

As soon as they were gone, Annie turned to Chris. "We've gone back in time. We must have. It could explain everything. That house we went to must have sent us back in time."

"Cool." Chris said. "Like in that movie the guv took us to see last week?"

"Chris, this isn't a movie! We've got to figure out how to get back!" She broke off as Carson and Hughes re-entered the room.

"We have come to a decision." Carson announced grandly.

. . . . .

"I am not wearing that." O'Brien stared in horror at the skirt Sam was holding out. "It barely covers the knees!"

"It's either that or trousers." Branson said, fiddling with Sam's radio. "What's that box over there?"

"It a television. And if you're going to fit in wear either the skirt or the trousers." Sam was regretting taking O'Brien and Branson back to his flat. Branson was fine, but O'Brien…

"Fine." O'Brien snatched the trousers and swept off to get changed.

"So how do you know her then?" Sam asked, turning the TV on for Branson.

"I'm a chauffeur. She's a maid. I have to see her every time I go up to the house. Who's that?" He pointed at the screen.

"Harold Wilson. The Prime Minister. What house?" Sam was trying to get as much information as possible. If he could find out where Annie and Chris had gone, he was one step closer to bringing them back.

"The Prime Minister? What's he doing in that box?"

"He's not; it's a moving picture of him. Which house?" Sam persisted.

"Downton Abbey. Owned by the Granthams at the minute." Branson squinted at the screen. "What's this 'Sex Discrimination Act' he talking about?"

Sam sighed. Branson was spending as much time asking questions as he did answering them. "It's to try and make women more equal at work." He'd have to look up this 'Downton Abbey'. Things were much harder without the internet.

Sam's phone rang. A slightly drunk Gene was on the other end. At the end of Gene's rant Sam hung up, and turned to Branson. "The guv wants us back at the station. Should we take Sarah with us?"

O'Brian took that moment to come storming in. "You are not leaving me here!"

Sam sighed again. "Fine. Just… try and keep a low profile. And try not to get on the wrong side of Gene." He stood up, headed to the door, then motioned for the others to follow him. Branson got up eagerly.

"Can I drive?"

Next time: O'Brien gets given a gun, much to Branson's worry. Also: Violet meets Annie…

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