Daniel Faraday (
needsaconstant) wrote2009-04-19 08:12 pm
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And So My Confusion Begins
I don't really understand how I got here.
I was on the island, when the next time shift arrived, and then...
I'm here. In Manhattan. An island, but not the island I want to be on.
Is it possible the electromagnetic frequencies somehow were disrupted on the island? Then, why is no one else that I know here? Like Juliet or Sawyer? (No, I can't think of Charlotte. I cannot.)
Oh, and before I forget, thank you Silver. I'll try to stay away from those crab things if I can.
...
I wish I had my journal...
Voice
...Nineteenth century? And aliens? Oh dear, we had a nineteenth century but that's the first time I've ever heard of a mess being caused by extraterrestrials.
I can only assume what times the island moved, since only key features that were present or not present could only give us some clues to when we were. I believe we were in the 1970s, the 1950s, the twentieth century...but definitely not as many times that you've traveled to, I'm sure.
Voice
Again, same world, different version. Rather troubling, really. It shouldn't be possible to travel to different versions of the same world, yet it is possible, apparently, and I'm...well, I'm supposed to know about these things.
Very nice decades, the '50s and the '70s. Awful lot of good music. Not at all bad eras to visit!
Voice
Almost paradoxical, don't you think? The fact that you can't travel to different versions of the same world, and yet you can.
Yes, the '50s and '70s are good times...unless you're on an island where hostile Others are trying to kill you. Then they're not so great.