You are flung down onto a cold stone pavement. Slowly you get up to fine yourself in a dark foggy side street. Taking a look at the buildings, you note they seem rather Victorian in nature. In fact everything does. From the lambs and chairs, to the buildings and roads.
Suddenly a noise causes you to dart behind a small wall, peering out you see a horse drawn carriage head back, luckily it seems they did not notice you. Looking around you see a few more people milling around I’m the distance, all wearing old times clothes, and while you are far away, you can just hear a pronounce British accent originating from them.
You can even see an old Bobby cop making his rounds while whistling to himself and swinging his batons. Up on the roofs of sight children, dirty and tired, sweeping the tops of chimneys. More horse drawn carriages can be heard in the distance as well.
“I’m really in the past” you exclaim quietly to yourself as you gran your head.
“Indeed you are” the doctor’s voice comes through “the data you’ve already collected is quite fascinating. Go put on your disguise and head on out there and explore.”
As he says that the device begins beeping and flashing as it seemingly gets ready to disguise you.