Shaking a similar feeling of déjà vu and dislocation from her head, Alex stood up and looked around her. She was definitely in a forest, that much was true. But ahead of her was a small, medieval looking village. Wondering what she had done wrong in Gene's world to end up here, instead of Heaven, and thinking it might be something to do with coveting Gene's boots, she set off towards it, wondering vaguely if Gene would be there, with his boots.
Guy (along with his nose this time), had just left Locksley Manor and was about to head to the stables for a horse when he heard a voice, a woman's voice, shout the rudest profanity he had ever heard. He swirled around, all black leather and long hair, thinking for a second it might be Marian (not because of the profanity, just 'cause it sort of sounded a bit like her voice), but realising as he saw the stranger approaching him with a look of the sternest disconsternation on her face, that Marian was still dead. "Who are you?" He asked angrily; she had interrupted the quiet brooding time he always had while doing pretty much anything nowadays, but the way the stranger was dressed demanded a response, however abrupt, which was the point, he supposed.
Alex didn't take kindly to being spoken to in that tone of voice, and told him so. Guy scratched his head, confused (and not a little turned on) by this weird woman. "Seriously, who are you?" he asked in a gentler, more persuasive, crooning tone. "And why are you wearing those clothes?"
"Why not? They're pretty 80s, aren't they, and that's where I've come from, so..." Alex tailed off. "I guess that's not where I am now?"
"Urm..." procrastinated Guy, not completely sure what she was talking about, but wanting to appear knowledgeable. "I suppose not. You're in Locksley."
"That means nothing to me," grinned Alex, suppressing the urge to add an 'ah Vienna' onto the end of her sentence. She had just noticed that Guy was dressed in leather...this set Alex to drooling. Leather was nearly as good as crocodile skin...hell, it was better! If she could get into this guy's good graces (and possibly his good bedroom), maybe she could get her hands on...his leather trousers. The thought made her feel all hot inside.
"Well," said Guy, "I suppose you'd better come with me," he drawled in a very deep, manly way. Oh great, thought Alex, just what I need, another manly protective prehistoric dinosaur man. I had enough of that with bloody Gene. But she voiced none of this, simply followed him and got on his horse behind him. After all, if she could get hold of that leather jacket, she would put up with anything.