The hotline between Washington D.C and Moscow was set up for the reason of keeping the peace by allowing the two nuclear superpowers to talk to one another, historians would agree that the phone call between President Nixon and General Secretary Brezhnev had avoided plenty of potential problems given the delicate balance of power between the two and how the situation threatened to disturb the said balance.

Both leaders did not know what to say, in fact Nixon was the first one to say something besides salutations and pledge of peace and goodwill, "Mister General Secretary, what is it that you need?"

On the other side of the Atlantic, the leader of the Soviet Union was surrounded by his generals and his aides, all looking at their General Secretary reaching out to their sworn enemy, Brezhnev can speak some English however he would hand it over to a translator once in a while, "Mister President, we really need your help this time."

Nixon smirked, laid his back on the chair and raised his feet on the desk, "Oh really?" he said before clicking on a device attached to the hotline telephone, a voice recorder.

"Mister President, we launched a mission to the Discworld in hopes of peaceful and scientific exploration, however there has been a mutiny, the Mission Commander has been shot by his own first officer." said Brezhnev.

"Well, if your people has control of the ship, can't you do other things to solve the problem?" asked Nixon.

"Mister President, our ship is armed - for the purpose of peaceful or at least justified self defense of course - and we believe that the first officer, Elena Valentina Sablin, has plans to use the ship to launch a violent coup against the rightful authorities of the Soviet Union."

Nixon frowned, "Mister General Secretary, are you saying to me that you have a spaceship has enough weapons to blow up the Soviet Union?"

"We have a spaceship that can blow up our motherland and so as your own United States!"

"What is it that you want us to do then?" asked Nixon.

"Mister President, we have expended all our N-1 rockets, we are requesting for help in destroying this traitor." said Brezhnev.

"What makes you think we'll do that?"

Brezhnev sighed and said "She can end up destroying your country and the other countries!"

Nixon knew he had the Soviets at his hands, "We'll destroy your renegade ship but in only one condition."

"What would that be then?"

Nixon smirked, "I want you to disengage from ever setting foot in space with weapons, or else we'll leak this to the United Nations and we'll see what happens to your country, and also don't you dare go against us ever."

Brezhnev was said to have been nervous at that moment, silence followed for a few moments until, "Will you keep this between us only?"

"As long as you do not go against us, and that means easing restrictions along the Berlin Wall." said Nixon.

Brezhnev faked a cough, "O-…I-..we'll consider-"

"I'm dialing up the General Secretary of the United Nations if that is your answer-"

"Okay, we'll-…we'll ease up restrictions on the Berlin Wall."

Nixon smiled, "And I want you to release the US citizens you detained."

"But will you release our citizens?"

Nixon theatrically looked out the window behind him, "Yeah, of course we will."

"Then yes, we'll release the citizens of your country in a prisoner exchange." said Brezhnev.

"I think it is agreed that we will destroy your own spaceship." said Nixon.

"Thank you, Mister President." said Brezhnev.

Nixon hung the phone with a dramatic and loud 'clang', he then clenched his fist and said "Yes, we have the Soviets right on the money!"

The Director of the C.I.A looked intrigued, "What were you able to do, sir?"

"The Soviets have confirmed that their spacecraft has gone rogue, and now they want us to destroy it!" Nixon said gleefully, "Of course I had them sacrifice a lot of things that goes against the safety and security of NATO."

"But sir, how about the Mister Reacher?" asked the Director.

"Now you listen to me, I will not have any of my astronauts shot up because of your petty little stupid things the CIA had been experimenting on, I want my men back safe and sound, you got that?" Nixon crossed his arms.

"Yes sir, we'll have another way to retrieve Mister Reacher." said the Director, "We'll try using the teleporter technology again, I think we can rebuild a safer and one time use version of it."

"Good." said Nixon, "Now I'll be speaking to the Joint Chiefs of Staff, so if you will be so good as to leave?"

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From the journal of Mission Commander James Thompson:

'BOOSTER - GO, RETRO - GO, FIDO - GO, GUIDANCE - GO, SURGEON - GO, EECOM - GO, GNC -GO, TELMU - GO, CONTROL - GO, PROCEDURES - GO, INCO - GO, FAO - GO, NETWORK - GO, RECOVERY - GO, RECOVERY - GO, CAPCOM - GO. ALL STATIONS READY, PROCEEDING TO TERMINAL COUNT'

You know, dreams can sometimes be very funny once in a while, I went back to the Apollo Lander, after having some drinks with Joe and his buddies, on foot, not wanting to bother the two lovers from having a good date, and after some discussions with my crew, mainly recounting my findings and receiving an update with that damned Soviet spaceship, I went to sleep, we went to sleep.

I heard the Flight Director running through the GO/NO GO Poll, and I found myself inside our lander when it was still in the fairing and part of the habitation module, and the first thing I thought was…well, I mean look at us three, eager to do our jobs as astronauts, sitting there smiling, waiting for the 'ZERO, WE HAVE LIFTOFF OF THE APOLLO INTERPLANETARY ONE' to go through our earpieces.

And now here we are, six months later, on a planet with life and lots of interesting and unique problems, not to mention how they seem to be incompatible with our understanding of the universe, or so based on hearing what my crew mates had to say about the crew of the Apollo Orbiter.

This dream of an exploration full of wonder and awe was suddenly hijacked into this nightmare of some sorts, maybe it was because of how my mind has started connecting the dots with the really scary creatures of this world, mainly those that Tiffany had went up against, and maybe there are some more.

I think I may have seen the Cunning Man, I don't know but a dark creature with a hat and no eyeballs sounds a lot like what a creepy creature would look like, but that's not the scariest part, the scariest part would be -

"Oh-…damn, Mission Commander!" I heard a voice, that of Jeb I think, exclaiming.

I blinked my eyes, wondering if it was a bad dream of if I was awake, "How long have we been asleep?" I slurred as my brain started up.

"Seven hours, more or less." said Bill.

Jeb was looking up - well technically we were sitting with our backs parallel to the ground so when I mean by looking up I meant he was looking at the hatch - and he said, "I think the village is burning."

It took me some time for me to react, a lame "What?" came out instead as I looked to the hatch. I unlatched my belt - I can't remember why I had it on, I guess old habits die hard, we usually latch ourselves onto our seats when sleeping in space - and opened the hatch.

To my disbelief, maybe because of sleepiness, I saw the Chalk in flames, or rather a fire pit was set up in the center of the town, and I swore that they were burning people and that there was this general sense of chaos.

I shook my head, by then I heard Jeb standing behind me, "Captain, what's going on?" he asked.

I turned around and said, "Their burning and executing people in the Chalk."

"Do they always do that?" asked Bill as he unlatched himself from his seat.

"No." I shook my head, "Gentlemen, get the M-16s from the gun cabinet, as well as the water bomb, we're going in."

The gun cabinet had a two man lock system, so that no one man could get the guns and cause havoc, I had one key while Bill had the other, I grabbed for my peacekeeper while the other two went for the M-16 assault rifle, plus I brought our water bomb along.

The water bomb is this nifty little device used to suppress fire, it's in a soft plastic ball that would explode upon contact with fire, it would then extinguish the fire, that is if all things went well.

I think I've already mentioned that we were soldiers, I was a Marine on the ground before going to Marine Corps Aviation and then the Air Force, Bill was a soldier while Jeb went to USAF Weapons School before going to NASA.

We were like cowboys or sheriffs - take your pick, stuck in a (suddenly) lawless land and having the job to keep the peace, though we made sure that the hatch was locked from the outside with this padlock we sort of told NASA to install.

We cocked our guns and made our way to the great fireball in the horizon that was engulfing people as we walked.

"I thought these people are…friendly, I mean based on what you said, Marco Polo." said Jeb.

I shook my head, "Gentlemen, I do not know how or why they suddenly became chaotic." I said firmly, knowing of their innocence.

All of this 'trusting in their innocence' sort of fell apart when I saw these peaceful villagers trying to burn this blonde woman, whom I recognized was the Baron's own wife!

Upon that realization, I ran up to the fire and threw the water bomb - well technically it was dry chemical but the name sort of stuck - and thankfully it worked as advertised.

I then fired three shots into the air, causing the people's rage to turn into fear, but somehow the rage must have been enough to counteract fear to at least balance it; the people did not flee but they sure as hell did not dare approach us.

"What the hell is going on here?" I shouted, "That's the Baron's wife!"

"Yeah, who was a witch!" shouted one of the villagers.

I was confused, "I though you people liked witches?"

There was suddenly a silence, what is it that's up with the locals, I thought they liked witches, or at least tolerated them, "Why, do you support witches?" a man separated from the crowd and confronted me.

I pointed the Colt Peacemaker at him, "You better keep your distance, son, or we'll see what happens!"

The man raised his hands and backed off slowly, good for him, "Now, can anyone tell me what the hell is going on? Where's Tiffany? Where's her family? Where's the Baron?"

Someone suddenly exclaimed, "He knows the Achings? I think we should get him!"

At that moment all hell was about to break loose, my crew flanked me and pointed their guns, "By your orders, chief, we'll shoot them!" said Jeb.

"Wait, don't shoot them yet!" I exclaimed.

They were close to getting us, however I spotted that the Baroness escaped from her captor. Great, now we were to be the ones at the stake, I was about to give the order to shoot, but thankfully a certain man I ran into showed up.

He held up a paper with the symbol of the Baron, "Stop, I come by the order of the Baron!" it was Jonathan Reacher.

It seems that him calling the name of the Baron had somewhat worked, they backed off and began to disperse, meanwhile I confronted Jonathan, "Mister Reacher, what the hell was that?"

Jonathan looked lost, "I don't know, I just slept and suddenly before I knew it Preston had raised the alarm and said that the Baron's wife has been caught."

"Preston? Oh so he lives at the castle?" I asked.

"He was actually a guard at the castle two years ago, but when I asked him today why he's wearing the guard uniform, he said that he didn't see the point of becoming a doctor now that Tiffany has died." said Jonathan.

"Tiffany is dead?!" I exclaimed.

Jonathan looked lost, "I don't know either, but whenever I spoke about Tiffany…they would mention that she's the cause of the death of the witches or something, and something about her being the Cunning Man's puppet…or host."

My heart sank, "But I thought she defeated this creature?"

Jonathan had this hunch, I saw the look on his face and it simply said 'HUNCH' all over it, "I think the C.I.A did something very stupid with their teleporting machine, again!"

"But what the hell do we do now? Call Houston?" I said.

"N-…yeah, call Houston!" said Jonathan.

"Why, what's your hunch?" asked Jeb.

"You see, this universe is a fabric…I mean space and time are pretty much together, right? Well there are holes in this fabric of space AND time which would allow us to send things through, these things are called wormholes, however our teleportation machine punches holes through the fabric of space and time to create its own wormholes, got it?" explained Jonathan.

"It's either we were transported to another parallel universe or the parallel universe was transported to us." I said, exactly like that episode of Star Trek.

"Exactly!" cried out Jonathan.

"What do we do now?" asked Bill.

"I think we should head over to the Baron's castle." said Jonathan.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because I saw the Aching family hiding there in terror, they said that their farm was burned down…and their…Tiffany…is gone, missing or dead, and I heard that Wentworth went looking for his sister." said Jonathan before adding, "Wentworth is Tiffany's younger brother."

I looked back at the silhouette of the Lander against the gently-rising sun, and then at the castle which was still in the darkness, "Oh hell, let's go." I said.

On our way to the castle, I pulled out a mobile tape recorder and began giving the higher ups a piece of my mind, particularly with what's suddenly going on around here, but my message was incomplete somehow, I had to find out some other things from the locals, or rather the locals of this new world which only less than 24 hours ago I was enjoying.

When we reached the castle, I noticed Preston who was teary eyed and in mourning while standing guard outside, "Preston? Where's Tiffany?" I asked.

Preston looked up to me and said, "She's gone sir, she's been gone for two years now, I heard that-…" he then sniffed and suddenly became inconsolable.

Jonathan patted me on the shoulder, "Come on, there's no use, we're the only people here who are out of time, rather out of their time."

I was dragged away from Preston by Jeb who brought me inside the castle, that's where we encountered a gloomy looking Joe Aching sitting around a small table with the Baron and the Baroness, both of whom looked shaken.

We approached the table, they seemed to recognize us, rather this distant sense of recognition, "Do you remember who I am?" I asked.

The Baron looked at me and said, "I think so, you must be the new one around here…but wait, no, Tiffany was gone..but…well I think she must have introduced you to me before she…was taken."

"By who?" I pounded the table.

Joe stood up, "By the Cunning Man! And why are you so concerned about her? Are you a witch hunter?"

"Tiffany was my friend, you people were my friends." I said, "And if anything had happened to my friends then oh hell I will help them."

I saw the eyes of the Baroness glimmer with hope for a few moments, but it disappeared, "How do you know? How can you help?"

"I know where Tiffany is." I lied.

The three suddenly looked at me, "You're kidding!" exclaimed Joe Aching.

"No, we know where Tiffany is, trust me, we have a whole vast array of knowledge." I said boastfully, trying to get their spirits up to fight.

"My library does not have everything." said the Baroness, I was not expecting that.

"It may not have everything, but we can piece together the information, trust me, we can get this sucker!" I said.

If you're wondering why I was acting concerned and trying to get their hopes up, well I was stuck in the same situation with a bunch of neophyte fighter pilots in Korea, the Chinese were unleashing hell to our troops in the North, we were being pushed back to the South, I gave them the same uplifting impression that they're squadron commander was the leader to follow.

My charm barely worked on them, but it did start something, "If you're so sure that you can find Tiffany, whoever you are, please help us." said the Baron as he clasped his hands.

I reached for the walkie talkie in my pocket, "All Apollo Mission units, report in now."

"Mission Commander, this is Apollo Cruiser reporting, the Soviet ship has done nothing yet…but our scanner picked up some hell of an energy spike, it's as if there had been an energy blast or something that engulfed the entire Discworld."

Not good, but the next report was even worse, "Mission Commander, this is Apollo Orbiter…well…technically Lander but that's your designation, the crew are in prison at a city called Ankh Morpork, we are facing charges of trespassing after we landed our ship at some wizard university."

"Apollo Orbiter, why haven't you escaped prison yet?" I asked.

"Well…uh…yikes, the prison is MUCH safer than the streets right now with Martial Law in full effect." said Ares, "A crowd has in fact surrounded, or so I heard, a joke and novelty shop called Boffo, there's accusations of witches flying all over the place."

Jonathan suddenly asked the Baron, "Sir, where are the Feegles?"

"The Feegles? We can't get any help from them, not with what…I ordered…before." said the Baron.

"The Feegles?" I asked.

"Imagine six inch high tough scotsmen, they only drink and fight, and they're really good at it." said Jonathan, "You must have met one, or one must have seen you, they're good at hiding and rumors say that Tiffany has at least one Feegle following her all the time, except for the bathroom of course."

"Then what did he do?" asked Bill.

"He ordered for the Feegle mound to be dug up." said Jonathan, "It was a blood bath! Now, the Feegles would not want to help humans anymore, not unless they can get their 'Big Wee Hag' back."

"How do you know all this if you're from the good timeline?" I asked.

"Because as the Baron's assistant I heard all of the near bad decisions made, but now that it pushed through…oh boy." said Jonathan, "And now that Tiffany is gone, who's to fight the elves?"

"Elves?" said Bill.

"Yes, they're dangerous and…I heard they torture people for fun." I said.

"Damn." said Jeb.

I noticed that the three locals were so downright depressed that they did not care about what we were talking about, I brought the walkie talkie close to me and clicked it on, "Alright, everyone, listen up, including you Houston."

"This is Houston - Flight, we hear you."

"Including the Russians too." I said.

"This is Apollo Cruiser, we're relaying the message to the Russian ship."

"And the whole world, I'm talking National Television."

"This is Houston - Flight, the mission is being broadcast on CBS and NBC news as we speak, they have live coverage of this place most of the time now that the public is comfortable of the fact that there is another world with life."

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The President of the United States and the Joint Chiefs of Staff met via telephone twelve hours after the historic phone call with the General Secretary of the Soviet Union,.

"Now, gentlemen, I think you may now have heard through the encrypted communication lines that the Soviets have given us the go order to destroy their spaceship that has gone rogue." Nixon began the phone conference, "And as such I would be needing for the US Air Force to deploy kill-ships to destroy this thing and its renegade crew."

"We understand, Mister President, and as such we will be conducting immediate launches of our Gemini weapons platforms as well as our Big Blue Geminis." said the Chief of the Air Force.

"Make sure that you're able to launch within the next 48 hours to intercept this spacecraft which poses a significant risk to the safety of our world." said Nixon, "Unless if there would be anything else, we shall contact one another for a mission update in exactly 24 hours from now."

As soon as the phone was down, the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency entered his office, "Mister President, we have executed our attempt to retrieve Jonathan Reacher by a one use teleportation device based on our prototype…"

"Wow, you people work fast, where is Reacher?" asked Nixon.

The Director adjusted his tie, "Mister President, we have grave news on the matter, our machine went into over drive and blew up after the teleportation attempt, there was no Jonathan Reacher."

"What did it do then?" Nixon glanced at the Director, he had been looking through the papers on his desk.

"We have no idea, sir, but we are sure that nothing bad had happened." said the Director.

The phone rang, when Nixon answered it the voice on the other end said, "Mister President, open your TV now!"

"Who is this? Vice President Jack Muffley?" asked Nixon.

"Yes, Mister President, and you better switch on your TV now!"

Nixon laid the phone on his desk and switched on the TV set that was sitting on the corner of the Oval Office, it was Walter Cronkite on CBS News, "If you have only joined us right now, NASA has declared an emergency with regards to their Apollo Interplanetary mission to the Discworld, there has been a sudden social unrest on the world and our astronauts are stuck in the middle, three had already been arrested by the local authorities…however their Mission Commander has requested for some air time which we would now give to him, he in fact joins us live now in a unique press conference, the like of which has never been seen before. Mister Thompson, go ahead."

The voice of the Mission Commander was broadcast on national television as well as around the world by international outlets such as the BBC World Service, "Now…um…I am Mission Commander James Thompson, and for the days that I've spent around and on the Discworld, in fact I would say less than a day here - it may be different there - I have met some truly unique and friendly people that are as human as you and I are human.

With that said, in less than twenty four hours, in fact after I just went to sleep and woke up next thing in the morning, society has broken down around here for reasons we still do not understand, however we know that it's a temporal - or a time - issue.

This world has its own history, and I learned of its most recent history, mainly how the forces of evil have been repelled by some people here, some very special and talented people.

You may have heard now that magic exists in this world, magic merely becomes their science while our science is considerably magic to them, in other words, there is nothing different between us and these people, my friends, our friends.

But the thing about magic is that while it is fascinating it too is dangerous, as dangerous as how science has given way to the atomic bomb, to the gas chambers, to the inhumane weapons of war used in Vietnam.

Magic, like in our fairytales, can spawn evil villains, very bad and wretched creatures, we are right now have been shoved into a timeline in which the hero of this world has failed and is presumed dead and the evil, the bad guys, have begun to dominate.

We have reason to suspect that we are to be blamed, after all we've uncovered some heinous experimentation with the very fabric of time and space, in the same way that we experimented and toyed with the atom, and other fundamental aspects of our universe.

If you ask us for evidence, we have the result of that heinous experiment, and the reason why I decided to take this issue to the public is because the people has the right to know, this is our mistake and we have to be responsible enough to clean it up.

We are already a bunch of broken down creatures, we have our wars, we've had nothing but wars ever since 1914 with a few breaks in between, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, and now when we stepped into another planet, a planet of wonder, of hope, and of general craziness and silliness, we tainted it with our stupidity.

It's as if we should just scrap our space program because we are too immature for space, that we are destined to be killed here on Earth, but it doesn't have to be that way, we can make this right.

We are only a crew of ten, and if you count the Soviets beside us who are also in the same situation, then that's more than twenty humans stuck here, we need the help of those back at home.

No, we will not go back, we know that if we do that, they'll simply be irresponsible and not try to fix what we caused. To quote Winston Churchill, 'this is our finest hour', this is our greatest test of our captaincy when it comes to being the master of our own fates.

We will be waiting for a response."

Nixon muted the TV and glared hard at the Director, "You're not telling me something, are you?"

The Director nodded and played the sorry card, "Mister President, I'm sorry but it was a national secret that went above the level of the President, but yes we have the data to show that…we may be…responsible for the time shift, based on our readouts."

Nixon took a deep breath and said, "You don't show up to work tomorrow." he pointed a finger out the door, "I am going to have you arrested on the grounds of treason and sabotage, you've crossed the line already, you wanted me to shoot down my own astronauts, you wanted me to do a lot of stupid things, well now let's see."

The Secret Service was not far from the President, when they overheard the word 'Arrested' from the side room, they quickly burst into the office with their guns out.

"I'm sorry, Mister Director, but you've pissed me off now." said Nixon, "Take him away!"

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From the journals of Mission Commander Thompson:

Once I was done with my speech, Jonathan patted my shoulder, "That was a very well done speech, reminds me of the times whenever Kennedy spoke on air."

Jeb shook my hand and said, "You're our Captain alright, and I am not usually those types to cry, but I'd rather be fighting till the last under your leadership, sir."

"But where do we even start?" asked Bill.

"We need a reputable witch, I mean someone who's like second to Tiffany." I said.

"Well, we're not sure if Granny Weatherwax has died by now." said Jonathan, "However I'd think she has, so that leaves us with Queen Magrat."

"Who?" I asked.

"Look, witches work in groups, covens, and the reason why the Baroness was being hunted down was because she had some natural abilities with magic, and I'm not so sure with Amber Petty but I heard she was also adept with some sort of magic, so these two plus Tiffany formed - somewhat - the Chalk Coven." explained Jonathan.

"So who's Weatherwax and Magrat?" asked Bill.

"Granny Weatherwax was the head witch around here, Tiffany was her student, and Queen Magrat was her coven-mate along with Nanny Ogg." said Jonathan, he then wrapped up with, "And that's the way it is."

"Did you just quote Walter-"

"Yes, I just did." Jonathan interrupted Jeb.

"Okay, where do we find Amber?" I asked.

The Baroness stood up, "I think we can find her, I mean if you know what you're doing, well you're the only one who has thought up of something."

"Okay, go find Amber, we'll be heading to this place called Lancre." I said, "wherever it is."

"It's just in the hills, you should follow the river up until you see a waterfall, Lancre is that area, now you'll have to climb up the mountains-"

"Nope, I can land the lander there." said Jeb with confidence, interrupting Jonathan.

Jonathan's eyes grew and exclaimed "Are you sure!? Lancre is located on a steep hill area, there is barely any flat surfaces there."

"Ah but they have a castle with grounds and everything?" asked Jeb.

"Y-..yes." said Jonathan.

"Then it's settled, we can use the lander." said Jeb, "What do you say, chief?"

I nodded, the faster the better, and I would not want to be walking around in a world gone mad, "I second the motion, you have my blessings." I said.

"But where would I be sitting in then? I mean I sure do hope that your capsule has advanced beyond Gemini!" said Jonathan.

"Well we would need a person to stay here, that would be you Bill." I said.

Bill nodded, "Yes sir, I'll keep guard of the castle, sir."

"Good, now we need to head back to the lander and get out of here." I said, "Oh and Bill, hand me the keys."

The crowds outside have dispersed, the streets were empty and they were all back home resting or something, as far as I was concerned, we were safe to go to the lander.

When we reached the lander, we stowed the guns into the gun locker and suited up, including Jonathan, these suits were meant to help us with the high gs we are going to experience, those engines beneath us were designed to give this ship a relatively high thrust to weight ratio.

"Alright, checklist, Jeb; Booster?"

"GO"

"Guidance?"

"GO"

"CAPCOM"

"GO"

"Life Support?"

"GO"

"Alright, we're go for flight." I said.

The engines punched the ship on a pillar of blue-ish flame, or so what the cameras showed us, we experienced four plus gs of acceleration, we were going fast.

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From the Interview of Ares P. Bacon:

We were arrested and brought to the nearby Watch station, we were placed together in a cell of our own, and the night went kind of uneventful given that we were simply booked, processed, and left in the cell.

Now the really interesting things happened the next day when we woke up, we were actually awakened by some sort of commotion outside, I remembered waking up and seeing Bob looking out through the bars and saying "Uh…Bacon, I think there's some social unrest."

I got out of my bed and looked out through the bars, we saw a woman being lynched by a mob while the Watch guards tried their best to do crowd control, they were failing somehow.

We then noticed that a big shadow has fallen around us, I turned around and saw Detritus outside our cell, he unlocked it, "Now you tree ned to sae the Patrician."

"In this madness!?" exclaimed Bob.

Another voice interjected, "Not without me." said the man, he looked a lot like Clint Eastwood and I have no idea why that crossed my mind, "I am Commander Vimes of the City Watch, I run the Watch and right now the Patrician has commanded me to bring you three to him, he wants to meet you."

"Who's the Patrician?" asked John.

This Commander Vimes simply tapped the jail bars with his truncheon, "The Patrician does not like to wait."

We quickly filed out of the cell, when we stepped out of the station there was a carriage waiting for us, a black one, and a man was seated inside. We boarded the carriage and saw this well dressed man, he looked sharp and intimidating, as if he runs the whole city, and also that is to say he also looks slightly annoyed.

"Gentlemen, I summoned you here in the most utmost of importance, I know that you have come from space?" said this Patrician, "My apologies, I am Vetinari, you may only call me that."

"Sir, Patrician Vetinari, how did you know that?" I asked, "I am Ares P. Bacon, sir."

"I have encountered a human from your own world, and he has informed me that we have guests." said Vetinari.

"You mean Jonathan Reacher?" said Bob, that's when I remembered what Mission Commander has mentioned about an Earth human having been teleported to this world years ago.

"Yes." said Vetinari.

"Mister Patrician, what is it that you need for us to do?" I asked.

The Patrician then struck the floor of the carriage with his cane and the carriage moved, "I shall be bringing you to my office for a much more in depth briefing, gentlemen."

As we drove through the city streets of this Ankh Morpork, we saw chaos everywhere, I mean law men having to disperse rioters and shop owners having to fend for themselves and their shops.

"You see, gentlemen, my city wasn't always like this, it has never ever been like this under my watch." said Vetinari.

"Well, we're also taken aback as you are, I saw this city yesterday and it was orderly, sir." I said.

"Well now, as you can see, there is anarchy, nearly anarchy, everywhere as the Watch tries to enforce peace and order." said Vetinari, "The wizards told me that they have encountered, or detected, some unusual and sudden outburst of M-energy, or whatever term they used, that had caused this."

"M for madness then, eh?" joked John.

"I find your humor to be of goodwill but I see that it does not help our situation at all." said Bob.

"Okay, you two, cut it out!" I said, and then to Vetinari, "Look, sir, our fellow crew mates are at the Chalk - or whatever the place is - trying to solve it, sir, and we will try to help your world."

"Oh good." said Vetinari, "I always thought that Tiffany Aching and the witches was always on top of these ancient magic from the Chalk or Lancre, but it seems that you have taken the role of heroes."

"Not that we want to." said Bob, shaking his head.

"Ah, then the reluctant hero always wins, just as we always say." said Vetinari.