Well, here you are then. You've wandered down to the Broad Walk, settled yourself on a bench facing the ivy and scaffolding festooned walls of Christchurch college, and begun eating your sandwiches. Bar the slight incident earlier in the day of being hurled through a dimensional portal and being both hundreds of years and hundreds of miles from your home, you're actually having quite a good day. People are milling around you happily enough, smiling, talking, walking unfeasibly dishcloth-like dogs: in short everything is, to a greater or a lesser degree, going well. The only problem is that there's a huge multi-dimensional spider going to destroy the world.

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You realise that now several choices are open to you. A rebellious inner voice asks you if this is really your problem. You'd decided to leave the whole Anarch situation to someone else, after all, when she picked you up and set you down here. You could perfectly easily enjoy living here and now- according to the history books 20th Century Earth was a pretty happy sort of place. Maybe you'll just settle here for a while, or go for a wander around Oxford. You could look along Cornmarket Street, or the High Street. After all, even if you wanted to fight Anarch, there's really very little you could actually do.

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