As soon as Seras stepped into the bubble she felt like she was home. Things were familiar to her, yet different. She recognized the streets of London, but things seemed a bit different. Like she wasn't in the right era. The streets weren't lit with modern lights, rather they were lit with gas flames and the buildings seemed older than she remembered.

The biggest change wasn't with the city, but rather with her own clothing. Gone was the uniform that she was just getting used to and in its place was a dark dress of some sort of fabric and her boots with heels. Seras wasn't used to wearing high heels at all and she had to walk carefully or she would end up twisting an ankle or something like that.

Something was drawing her to one of the houses, and she let it guide her. Maybe if she followed what was leading her, she would be able to get out of here. She stood at the door of a house and looked up. She didn't recognize it at all, but for some reason it felt familiar to her. Before she realized what she was doing, she was inside the house and in a bedroom.

"It's been years since I've slept in a bed," Seras said quietly as she found herself climbing into it, suddenly very tired.