Time Turner walks to the edge of the cliff looking out over the land. He sighs, running his hands through his already messy hair. Shaking his head, he turns away and starts to walk away, when the ground unexpectedly crumbles underneath him. He scrambles for a grip on the cliffside, but fail to find a handhold as he falls.
Suddenly his wrists are grabbed, and he’s yanked forcefully up, some envelopes falling past him. He looks up to see a girl with blond hair and golden eyes pointing in different directions.
“Time Turner, we can’t keep meeting with you falling off stuff.” She says, laughing lightly.
“Bloody Hell…” He whispers breathlessly. “Yeah, that would certainly be preferable, wouldn’t it Ditzy?”