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Pride
Harriet awoke on a London street. "How did I get here?" she wondered. The last thing she remembered was three Daleks screaming "EXTERMINATE!" and pointing their guns at her. "But Daleks don't transport people," she thought. "Someone else must be responsible. Torchwood, perhaps?" She pulled out her mobile phone and to dial Torchwood. "No signal," she murmured.
Just then, a horse and carriage went past. A horse and carriage? Harriet looked up and down the street. Instead of red double-decker busses and black taxis, all she could see were more horses and carriages, and people in Regency era dress.
"What is going on?" said Harriet, suddenly feeling dizzy. She sat down on a nearby step with her head in her hands.
"Are you ill, madam?" she heard a voice ask.
Harriet looked up and saw a middle-aged well-dressed gentleman gazing at her with a worried expression.
"I think I am," replied Harriet. "One minute I'm in my house about to get shot by Daleks, the next I'm waking up on this street."
The gentleman looked perplexed. "Shot by Daleks? So someone did this to you – tranquillised you, perhaps?"
"I don't know," moaned Harriet, rubbing her head which was beginning to throb.
"Why don't you come inside. I will have my housekeeper make you some tea," offered the gentleman, indicating the door at the top of the steps.
"All right, thank you," replied Harriet. She followed him into the house.
Soon she was seated in the parlour and the housekeeper brought her some tea. The gentleman sat opposite her.
"My name is John Gardiner. What is yours?" he asked.
"Harriet Jones..." she was about to say 'former prime minister' but she had a feeling that might not be appropriate.
"And how do you come to be dressed so strangely?" asked Mr Gardiner, indicating her 21st century clothing and hairstyle.
Harriet didn't know what to say. She had realised by her surroundings that she had somehow travelled back in time, but how could she tell Mr Gardiner that? He would think she was insane, and she had heard about how they treated insane people in the past.
"I don't know," she finally replied.
"You said something about somebody shooting at you," said Mr Gardiner.
"I can't remember," said Harriet evasively. "Everything's gone fuzzy."
"Well, my sister is staying with me at the moment," said Mr Gardiner. "Perhaps I can ask her to look after you until your memories return."
"All right," replied Harriet. She knew the prospects for a woman on her own in this time period were grim. "Err..this will sound like a strange question – what year is this?" asked Harriet.
Mr Gardiner looked at Harriet as if she had two heads. "It is the year of our Lord, eighteen hundred and nine," he replied.
Harriet was installed in a bedroom which she would share with Mr Gardiner's sister.