Room 401, Tuesday Evening (before Claire)

Jenny was enjoying a nap between studying and going down the pub. After almost a hundred years of anything and everything, she could sleep through a hurricane, and after a year on the Carrier, she could certainly sleep through a Door being opened in the near vicinity. Which would be why she didn't wake up when an orangey rectangle opened up in the middle of the room and a young Palestinian man stepped through it.

( Intruder alert! )

The Garden of Ancestral Memory, Tuesday (No Time, Every Time)

The Garden of Ancestral Memory, home to all the previous (read: deceased) Doctors, would really make you wonder exactly how many of them had been on crystal meth, Jenny mused as she materialized there. It was all rather...psychedelic. "So, what's going on?" she asked, turning to Habib--just as Habib vanished into thin air, presumably back to the quote-unquote 'real' world. "Well, bugger that," Jenny muttered.

Then a voice behind her said softly, "Hello, Jenny."

( Who is it? )

A few minutes later, Habib dropped her off outside of a pub she'd always been fond of. Sure, it was in England, not Virginia, but she could find her own way home from here. As she stood outside, fishing through her pockets for her 'no, really,' ID, she realized something and scowled at the doorman. "Bastard stole my Silk Cuts again."

((NFB & NFI due to being on another plane of reality.))