Grace caught her name and turned back, already demanding "Who's asking?" in a combative tone. If she had to deal with one of the scrubs from school, she was going to push him off the edge and let him catch the map.

But no, that was--"Rory?"

No, Rory wasn't twenty years older than her, and he wasn't in weird flying boat town, either. This couldn't be Rory. She subtly pulled something out of her pocket, smiling her friendliest smile as she came forward. "What are you doing in... wherever this is?"