Liz had called the Inn home a few times now, not even thinking about it. She took one last bite, sucking on the little plastic spoon it came with, and then looked at Peter again. "In forty-five an hour... we should probably head over there now... The next train heading to Amsterdam is tomorrow." They were already looking at a 16 hour train ride, at the very least, and they were at the two week mark already. No one knew what happened if you got stuck in an Otherworld, but Liz wasn't sure they wanted to be the ones to test it.
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Date: 2018-07-03 07:37 pm (UTC)