[ She takes an extreme leap of faith. Her hands cling into the suit that the man wears as they tumble off the rooftop. They both yell. There's the sound of his time portals opening.

Then a sudden stop.

She gasps at the pain of the sudden impact as it spreads through her body. Her breath comes in short gasps as she raises her head, the thin black fabric shrouding her face and much of her vision. Her mismatched gloved hands come up to pull the fabric from her face, allowing her to see just where she's landed. ]

Bloody hell...

[ Snow.

She pushes herself up then, scooting to the side in the snow as she finally realizes what is besides her. Grave markings. Unnamed graves. She looks side to side, her injuries clear to see for any who might be beside her. There's a sense of panic as she pushes herself up and takes a few steps back. Like many she is dressed in a more modern sense, but it's obvious there is some sort of filmy texture to her outfit.

Her body whirls side to side, disorientated in the white powder beneath her. ]

ADAM!? [ Her voice echoes on the wind around her. Her tone is sharp, hoarse, and full of bitter anger.

Helen Magnus has arrived in Mathias. ]

[ Night is falling quickly on the small town that Helen finds herself in. She can feel the bitter cold through her clothes, and even more so on her aching side and the injury she knows is on the side of her face. She wanders down the streets and their signs.

She turns down Jackson Boulevard.

Then her eyes settle on one house in particular. She walks up the steps, stopping when she sees a lone lantern. Helen kneels down to pick it up, turning it over in her hands. ]

Dear God, it has been quite a few years since I've seen one for more than mere decoration....