"Turned Injian, didn'tcha?" read the board above the man's head.
The man chose this moment to remove his Victorian American clothing. Underneath was a long coat which seemed to be bulging. It looked familiar somehow...
He then removed his hat and moustache. Jemima's eyes widened as she realised whom she was looking at.
She swore very colourfully but on this world there was no colour. There was also no sound other than the sound of the piano, which was building up to a loud, frightening crescendo at the moment.
The board which appeared above Jemima's head did not, however, show her swearing. Instead it showed what she had been thinking.
"Lord Ashdown?" it said.
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