Time meant nothing

I'm going to try importing entries from ALL of Janie's LJs.

It's taking a while, so wish me luck!

I don't mind cleaning.  It's relaxing and gives me time to think.

"Admiral Malcolm, the head of the agency requests your presence in a series of meetings.  She asks that you arrive by 1200."

Janie stared blankly at the six officers that managed to make it into her hotel room.  This wasn't supposed to happen- they couldn't find her yet, not when everything was going to get better any day now.

"I quit."

"If you do not arrive at the meeting, our Head will arrange for transport-"

"No."  She'd been drinking before they came, and the situation was not making any sense to her.  "I've got to work tomorrow."

"We were ordered not to leave without you."

The still intoxicated Time Traveler downed the rest of whatever was in her glass, something strong and brown, and made no move to get up.  Muttering to herself, and shaking her head, Janie realizes that the glass bottle on the bedside table was empty.

Then, the room went black for several seconds.

When the lights were back on, the officers were gone and the bottle was full once more.  The television was now blaring, and newscasters discussed unexpected power outages across the city.

(This is for NYC Noir, but I don't have the brain power to make this into a proper post...  I'll probably fic it later and post it there)

Sometimes, the past catches up with you when you least expect it, and that's what happened that day at Janie's cheap hotel room.  An Agency vehicle was outside, and she knew what was inside.

So, she ran, and kept running until she realized she was at Phoenix's door.  All Janie could do was knock.

Janie in a park.  Anyone welcome.

Due to a party, her night job ran into her day job, and after a quick call to Lynn she hurried to the shop. Looking at a clock in a window, she realized that she was twenty minutes late.

Of course, she didn't realize it was the wrong day.