It's been plenty weird getting to Dranbu - Jim's not sure if it's some latent echo of Ambassador Spock in his head, or just his own natural stubbornness that permitted him to make it here. He's investigating as best he can, chatting up locals. They're sedate and almost dreamy, but some admit there's been oddness afoot. How the natives can be so focused on home and heart but have sent those distress messages is a mystery.

He's in a shop when he sees her, popping in for something to eat since he'd shrugged off all magically appearing offers in the forest.

"Annie? You get press ganged into something?"