AN: Backspace still doesn't work. I think most of the fancy words in the last chapter was just to brag about how I didn't even need it anyway. You hear me, Backspace? I don't need you! Anyway, enough about that. Enjoy! By the way, does anyone know Tunumiisut here, because at the time I'm using what I think is Kalaalisut or some other dialect.

And of Finding Out the Time

Cyrus/Sigmund/Simon/Silas didn't sleep. Well, their body rested, but they were working through the night on overdrive. The night was the perfect time to take Cyrus off the steering wheel and have what Simon called a 'cerebral congregation of psychic entities' but everyone else just called it a meeting. Mostly they just talked about the plot of their favorite universes, other times they just bantered a bit to pass the time. This time, however, was much more important.

"So, are we going to help them or not?", Cyrus asked.

"O' coorse we ur, how come nae? ", Silas asked.

"'Cause, technically this is their fault. If they hadn't made that tea...", Sigmund began.

"Oh, come on. This is their fault as much as it is our fault by that logic. We did go through that gate at that moment. It's also that one person who stepped on that crack's fault. We can't blame just them.", Cyrus said. "What do you think, Simon." The entity in question stirred in his part of the brain and spoke.

"I, for my part, can't comprehend why we are arguing about this situation. Do none of you recall Ginny?", this question was enough to make even Sigmund recoil in shame in the orbitofrontal cortex. Something stirred behind the psychic walls locking up a part of the mind.

"Pig's arse, that wasn't our fault. We landed right in the fnoggin' middle of Westeros and that ankle biter wasn't even the real canon Ginny. If anythin' it was the Author's fault, accordin' to Simon.", he said.

"Oh, Gardan it, Sigmund. Just because I told you about my Author Theory doesn't mean I believe in it. You can't blame everything on an intangible, possibly nonexistent otherworldly entity. You hate it when religious people do it, why do it yourself?", Simon snapped.

"Guys, guys. Calm doon.", Silas said, gliding in between them. "We wilnae solve anythin' by quarreling. Aye, we... lost Ginny. Aye, 'twas sort o' oor fault. Bit that doesn't mean we kin juist let that happen again. That wid be mad! Forby, ye'r forgetting we lost mair than Ginny... ", he trailed off. His sensory instruments probing the psychic wall around the hypothalamus.

Behind it was their fifth part, Xavier. Xavier had taken the loss of Ginny the worst. He had been the only one who hadn't been moping about their situation at the time and therefore had been the only one to try and help her. So to say he took it badly would be an understatement. After that he had said that he had failed Ginny, locked himself out of their telepathic connection and hadn't come out since.

"We hae tae dae this, nae juist fur thaim, bit fur Ginny 'n' Xavier as well.", Silas said. "All fur?"

"Indeed."

"Affirmative"

"...Oh, all right. For Xavier... and Ginny. And for the ankle biters I guess..."

Silas started emitting endorphins, which was as close to a smile as you could get when you were a psychic energy being inside someone's head.

"Then it's settled. We wull dae anythin' tae git thaim back, as soon as we hae figured oot howfur..."

They emitted a slight outburst of prolactin and then steeled themselves.

"This is gonna be a tough nut to crack...", said Cyrus. Agreeing mutters echoed throughout the mind.

The next morning Katara wondered why she wasn't in her room in Ba Sing Se when the incidents of yesterday hit her like lightning. She dry-retched on her floor, trying to take it all in. Then she saw herself in the dirty mirror adjacent to her bed. Another shiver rippled through her. The stress of traveling transdimensionally had sort of dampened her mind into a cozy feeling of apathy so that the full force of the situation hadn't hit her head on. It had just bumped into her in passing, but now it apparently had decided to try again. She spent Spirits knew how long just laying on the bed, staring at the roof. Then she heard a polite knock on her door and the voice of one of the serving girls called on her. At first, Katara had no idea what she was saying. Then the mist in her head cleared and the jabbering turned into words, words she understood. She called back that she wasn't ready yet. That was the first time she had spoken the language and it showed. She tripped over words, pausing at times to search through the dictionary of her memories and was painfully aware that she was pronouncing every single letter wrongly. In the end, she managed to get the message through to the not too bright serving girl and she left. Katara sighed. Her clothes were laying on a rickety chair that had once been red. The remains of an exquisite flower pattern slithered up the legs. The state of the chair somehow managed to capture the spirit of the entire inn. Fallen beauty. Katara supposed the chance of eternal exile from her home left her a bit more philosophical than usual. She dressed, taking the time to weigh her new assets in her hands with a frown.

"How could they be so big?", she muttered in another language she had never heard before. This caused her to pause momentarily and feel the sharp bite of despair for a second. Unbeknownst to her it was Tunumiisut, and was placed there together with the Norwegian, if a bit more rooted into her memory banks, courtesy of Cyrus. To her it was just the language she grew up with, which was wrong, right? Katara got a severe migraine and spent a minute with her head down the chamber pot. Then she finished dressing and went out to the dining room. There she found Zuko sitting in a corner and staring into a wall. After a few moments consideration, she sat down in front of him.

"Hey...", she said in what she hoped was the language in their world. She didn't know anymore. Zuko said something in another language and then visibly reddened.

"What right does he have to just place these languages in our heads?", he blurted angrily. "And it's more than just languages, I remember an entire upbringing that wasn't mine. I remember my father and my mother and how proud they were... "He trailed off a bit before continuing. "What right does he have?!", he almost shrieked. Some of the shady patrons started giving them odd looks. Then a weird mix of many different accents and pitches trailed up from behind them.

"Right now it's my right to do this for your own safety. If I don't you won't amalgamate as well as you should. And then you'll be found...", said Silas.

"By whom?", asked Katara, but Sigmund didn't answer. He only muttered something about not being in their right place, which was obvious. Then he spoke up

"Look, you're probably wondering what my name is. The thing is... I've got four of them. It's not that I've got MPD, no, no. This is much more recondite than that. Not to say that I'm not mad. Everyone is, to a degree." He paused, seemingly trying to get back on track. He told Zuko something that made said firebender's gaze darken. "Now, first on the list is finding out the time. Emperor Ninkō might or might not actually already be dead or not even born. We could be anywhere in time and we need to move hastefully. Who will volunteer to go out in the market and find out what's the what right now?" There was a moment of awkward silence, then Katara stood up and declared that she needed to stretch her legs anyway. Only she did so in Tunumiisut, and her subsequent leaving didn't make it look any better. Zuko, too, excused himself, in the Normal Language and went to his room muttering in Japanese about Simon's lack of knowledge in said tongue. Sigmund sighed, "Beauty."

Katara realized about when she came to the market square that she had neither any money nor had she stated her intentions in the correct language. She moaned in annoyance, maybe she could just browse for the future? She saw a group of men raise a pole of grass and flowers whilst others streamed towards the outer walls of the big building. She was inspecting an apple when the gates opened and music started playing. A strawberry-blonde woman in a dress came out singing to it. Katara briefly wondered whether or not this was some sort of show, except the people around her acted like this was normal and Katara couldn't see any musicians. The woman ran towards the stalls, holding her dress up. She kept singing triumphantly in words that took Katara too long to understand to care. She circled around the pillars, doing a piruetting past her and then going to the docks and going out of sight around a corner. The music continued for a few seconds before stopping abruptly, leaving Katara to stare dumbfoundedly at the stairs the woman had walked down.

"You gonna buy that?", wondered the clerk, who seemed to mostly just leave and go with the rest of the village through the gates. Katara looked at her like she had no idea what she was doing.

"No, no, just... what's it called?", she asked.

"Browsing?", the clerk said tiredly.

"Aap, uh, yes.", she said, putting back the apple and backing away embarrased. The clerk grumbled something before packing up her shop and leaving for the gates after throwing Katara an evil eye. Katara wondered if she really should be getting enemies the first thing she did in a new world. She was still backing when suddenly some bells started ringing. Katara looked around to where it could be from when the singing woman ran into her. She cried out in shock and crawled away.

"Patsit, patsit!", she apologized and ran off, leaving the woman to sit there and pick herself up. Katara realized she had been very rude and briefly considered going back before her common sense returned. The woman was probably long gone, and really she was probably a loon.

The man/men with five names beginning with an S-sound was sitting at the same table internally debating whether or not t(he)y had already screwed this up when Katara stormed in. She was wide-eyed and speed-talking in Tunumiisut about something.

"Hey, I don't speak Eskimo.", said Sigmund. Katara released a glare that promised pain and suffering. Silas flinched. Katara sat down.

"So... I was just having a looksee over at the market when this crazy madwoman just burst out of the gates to that large building... ("Castle", Simon explained.) Shut up, I'm talking. And she's singing, to music, from musicians that aren't even there. So I figured that you've known what's going on before so why not now? What the hell just happened?", she looked like she was doubting her own sanity.

"I see you've encountered a musical number. Trust me, their fairly common in a world like this one. It's like in a play where a character just bursts into song declaring their feelings to a world which for some ungodly reason has decided to stop caring about what's going on in a one meter radius from themselves."

"That's weird.", Katara raised an eyebrow.

"Nah, that's a smart way of stating a character's feelings to the audience. But, yes, it's also a little bit preternatural.", Simon said. At that moment, Zuko had decided that he was too hungry to stay in his and the S-man's room. The S-man waved him over. He sighed and sat down next to Katara.

"Now, since Katara apparently decided to check out our surroundings anyway...", he started.

"What do you mean 'anyway'?", Katara said indignantly.

"I'm talking now, you get your turn afterwards. Anyway, what she told leads me to deduce that we are in the part known as the beginning, or as a native would call it, coronation day." He paused for a dramatic effect that was totally lost on the two teens. He glared at them.

"Si hoc legere scis, nimium eruditionis habes.", he muttered angrily. Katara and Zuko found that they had gotten used to random gibberish like this long ago. "Now, what we are to do is this: We get into the castle courtyard, since it's open for public that'll be the easy part. Then we find a way into the castle and..."

"Excuse me, just wondering, why do we need to go to the castle?", Katara asked dubiously.

"Because in there is a person who might help us. Your world has these magical bendy powers... ("Bending.", Zuko corrected.) Right... In the castle there is someone who has sort of the same powers. In theory, I believe this might be the key to getting you back. We need something similar and that's the closest one. Mind you, this is just pure guessing. But it's your only chance right now. Anyway, I don't remember correctly who this person is, but I do remember it'll be revealed at the coronation. Meaning: We want to be there. Extremely much.", he looked them dead serious in the eye. "Now I don't know how the power-wielder will reveal him or herself. Be ready for anything. Shall we go?" Katara reflected upon how she had just started trusting the S-man without even thinking. She'd done that before with Jet and that ended very badly. But then again, this man was her and Zuko's only hope to come home, unless they suddenly learned how to travel transdimensionally. She nodded pensively and Zuko did so too, albeit more begrudgingly. And so it was decided. They stood up from their chairs and walked out the door.

AN: I know, I know. I've been gone quite a bit. But with the loss of my backspace I feel that I'm entitled to getting more time to plan this story out. Otherwise there might be unwanted mishaps along the way. I'm posting this as I'm pretty sure that the plot is well done enough to be put on the table. See ya next time. Also I'm not semi-Australian, semi-British, semi-American or Scottish, but my grandmother was before she moved to Sweden.