Samuel looked at Mason as he presented the first aid kit and nodded. "Ah, very good. Now, pop me a few aspirin, would ya?" He knew that his shaky hands would be unable to open up the bottle of pain relievers, so he opted for reaching towards yet another syringe that lay in the kit. It was filled with a red liquid that seemed thick and goopy. He fumbled with it before jabbing it into his thigh and slowly, painfully pressing the plunger. After he finished, he removed the needle from his flesh and took the pills that had been dosed out for him. "Thanks bud." Soon enough, the liquid spread to his heart, where it was quickly distributed throughout his body. A rush of energy took over him, and he remained sitting to ride out the high. 

Kennedy's scouring of the office brought several concerns to her attention. All of the pictures on the wall portrayed men, women, and children of all sorts. But... they were different than Kennedy and her little group of rebels. They dressed strange, more revealing and tight-fitting clothes. She looked down at her own attire, a green skirt with a cream colored blouse. Her lips pressed together to a thin line and she wondered if the way they appeared would be a problem here in... wherever they were. On the ground, a crumpled newspaper sat in a pile of other papers. Kennedy picked it up, reading the name: "The Rapture Tribune", and the date that read November 19th, 1958. She dropped the paper and her hand jumped to cover her mouth as a gasp escaped it.

Samuel noticed as Kennedy discovered where they were and what time they were in. He grit his teeth together and stood, walking over to her. "Calm down, girly." Just as he was about to open his mouth to say more, the sound of a drill revving and metal clashing interrupted him. "Ah, balls." He sighed and limped over to the door, peering out into the hallway. He looked back at the others and motioned for them to follow, "For the love of God, whatever you do, don't shoot. Ya hear? They might look frightenin', but if you leave them alone, they'll leave you alone." He hobbled down the hallway, Kennedy behind him with her hand on her gun at her waist. 

She bit her lip and controlled her emotions, even though she had come to realize they had [i]traveled in time...[/i] Soon, they rounded a corner and looked out to a more open area. At the other end of the room, two large robots and a smaller looking figure in scuba gear. Sam put a finger over his lips and led them across the room quietly and up a set of stairs so that they could watch the fight from a safe distance. He whispered to them, "See the big lugs? Those are big daddies." He looked until he spotted the little sister not far from her BD. "See the little one? He protects her. Whatever you do, don't threaten her." The big sister then proceeded to screech, causing Sam and Kennedy to both cover their ears until it ceased. Same looked up in confusion... "That one... I don't know what the hell that is. C'mon, let's get somewhere more safe while they duke it out." Reluctantly, Kennedy followed Sam, seeing as he was her only hope for a sense of direction in this place. 

Dodging into an office, they stumbled upon Val and Thomas in his splicer body, though Sam immediately pointed to the splicer and his eyes grew wide. "What the hell! Why haven't you ganked that one yet?" He took a step back, but Kennedy saw Valentin and grinned. "Son of a bitch, you aren't dead yet? Impressive sir." She stepped over to look out the window, observing the BDs as they fought with the big sister and each other. It all intrigued her, but also worried her. Being in such a strange place with no sense of direction or knowledge. "Looks like we have to be more careful around here, boys. Those things look as nasty as the Handymen back home."