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ANNOUNCER
Rusty Quill Presents: The Magnus Protocol.
Episode Forty-Eight – Temporary Positions.
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[Click]
[The square mile is near, full of things that should not be]
[A particularly loud creature cries out]
[Sam wakes with a gasp]
SAM
(groggy) What? Ah, it’s cold! I – Where…
[There is the distant rumble of an approaching engine]
SAM
(realising) Oh. Oh no. How the hell did I get back here?
[He gets unsteadily to his feet]
SAM
Okay, calm down, calm down.
[An overambitious creepy tries to approach and… ZAP!]
SAM
Argh! Oh, okay, I’m guessing that’s the perimeter fence then. So…
[The rumble grows nearer]
SAM
Oh thank Christ.
(calling) Hey! Hey, over here! I need help!
[The engine bears down on Sam as the zone recoils slightly]
SAM
(calling) Oh wow, am I glad to see you!
WARDEN OLIVIA
(tense) Back up! Stand in the headlights, show me your hands!
[Beat]
Hang on, you’re The Captain’s pet, right? Sam… something?
SAM
Uh, yeah, that’s me. I guess.
WARDEN OLIVIA
(climbing down) She’s got half the wardens out looking for you. What the hell are you doing here in your PJs?
SAM
I have absolutely no idea.
WARDEN OLIVIA
(dubious) Sure. Well, get in, I’ll take you back to base.
SAM
(hurrying over) Thank you!
WARDEN OLIVIA
But you’re the one who explains this to the captain.
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[Sam is sat sipping from a hot cup while Georgie paces]
GEORGIE
(brusque) Seriously? No idea?
SAM
I told you, I went to bed normally, fell asleep and then when I woke up –
GEORGIE
Yeah, fine.
SAM
…Maybe I was sleepwalking?
GEORGIE
Through two locked doors and a monitored patrol circuit? With nobody seeing you? No. I don’t think you walked anywhere.
SAM
So you think I just, what, magically teleported there?
GEORGIE
We don’t say “magic” on base. It softens it, makes people complacent.
SAM
Okay, so you think I just… appeared there. Why?
GEORGIE
(sharp) Why would you suddenly be teleported back to the hole in the world you crawled out of? Gee, I wonder…
SAM
(not escalating) So you think it’s trying to pull me back?
GEORGIE
Makes sense.
SAM
I guess. So what? Now I could just ping into the middle of the zone at any time…
GEORGIE
I mean, better you going in than other stuff coming out.
SAM
Thanks.
GEORGIE
Just being honest.
SAM
Well fine, then. If my world wants me back so much and I’m such a burden, why don’t I just go? The doctor said I’m basically recovered.
GEORGIE
Oh, I’ll be more than happy to send you on your merry way… As soon as we’ve dealt with the potentially world-ending monster you brought here with you.
[Beat.]
SAM
Fair. So do we think the Archivist is getting pulled back as well?
GEORGIE
Maybe. If it does get pulled back through, fantastic. We’ll pack you up and send you on your way. I’ll even give you a lift.
SAM
How generous.
GEORGIE
But I’m not counting on it. My luck isn’t that good. For now, the best we can do is call up some reserves and add more patrols, just in case it turns up as suddenly as you did.
SAM
Good idea.
GEORGIE
Honestly though, I’d feel better dealing with it here on our terms. I’d rather have a corpse I can burn than just making it your problem and hoping it all works out.
SAM
(diplomatic) I understand.
GEORGIE
Although, that does remind me…
[Georgie picks up a phone handset and presses a few buttons]
GEORGIE
Hello? Yeah. Is Anya here yet?
…
Good. Could you send her up? Thanks.
[She replaces the handset]
SAM
What’s going on?
GEORGIE
I was going to tell you before you pulled your little disappearing act, but no time like the present, I guess.
SAM
(uncertain) Uh, okay…
GEORGIE
I’ve got some friends over at the Oxford Exclusion Zone, and I had a hunch, so I asked them if they’d ever heard of anyone turning up from another world like you.
SAM
And they had?
GEORGIE
More than once. Turns out it’s… well, not a regular thing, but it’s happened a few times over the years. People turn up in the zone, starved almost to death, and they generally help them recover and send them back.
SAM
And no one thought to mention this to me?
GEORGIE
I mean, they told me when I asked. Remember, Wardens are community-formed, not centralized, and comms are still patchy. Also, most people just want to move on and forget about the zones entirely, so there’s a serious shortage of researchers.
SAM
So why did I end up here and not in Oxford?
GEORGIE
That is a fantastic question that I am not qualified to answer.
SAM
Right. But it was almost certainly because of The Archivist, right?
GEORGIE
Oh yeah. Anyway, it’s happened enough times up there that the wardens have been looking into it a bit deeper. Turns out they managed to find someone who made the crossing pre-Incursion.
SAM
Oh, cool.
GEORGIE
Her name’s Anya Villette, and I thought the two of you might have a few things to discuss. Maybe try and work out –
[There’s a polite knock at the door of the room]
[Georgie opens it and Anya steps inside]
GEORGIE
Ms Villette, thanks for coming.
ANYA
(to Georgie) Glad to help.
(to Sam) Are you other traveller?
SAM
Yeah, Sam. Hey. Anya?
ANYA
Good to meet you.
SAM
You too.
[Silence]
GEORGIE
Well, I’ve got to write up this whole… situation, so I’ll leave you to talk. Let me know if you have any reality-shattering insights.
SAM
Will do.
[Georgie exits]
[More silence]
SAM
So, Anya… What’s your story?
ANYA
Short version or the long version?
SAM
It’s not like I’ve got anywhere I need to be.
ANYA
I was… nobody. Still am, really. Used to work as a cleaner, now I help with construction. Never cleaned anything special or built anything important and I’m happy with that. I’ve met important people and I’ve seen their work and let me tell you, being nobody is better.
The only thing that makes me different is that I’m not from here, but it’s just a different type of immigration, really.
I still don’t know why it happened to me. I was just cleaning a house. It was big, and a bit creepy, but people had lived there for decades probably. I don’t know, maybe it had a reputation or something, but I never looked it up because, hey, it was just a cleaning job. But I went down into a basement that wasn’t supposed to be there, things went weird and when I woke up. I’d lost time, I’d lost weight, and I’d lost home.
I went back to that house a bunch of times over the years, trying to see if I could go back, but it never worked. So eventually, I settled down and made do. My parents never met in this world, so no need to worry about doubling up. It wasn’t easy, I didn’t exist on any government database, and I was constantly worried about being deported somewhere but it never came to that.
Gradually, I worked my way onto some official systems. Email address then a bank account, then a stable address… Any real investigation and it would have all fallen apart, but I stayed out of trouble, avoided stuff like credit checks and it seemed fine. I got myself a job in a little café, managed to get a small friend group together, I even started dating. I had quite a nice little life built up by the time the world ended.
Looks like you’ve been here awhile so I assume I don’t need to explain the Incursion? Great. They’ve explained how it worked? Everyone trapped in their own custom fear pocket? Well, I didn’t have a domain of my own. I guess it’s because of what happened to me, but who knows? The point is, stuff worked differently for me.
I started trapped in a muddy ditch with maybe two others, and if you tried to escape you couldn’t help but slide back down, and there were long shards of broken glass hidden in the mud at the bottom so that they cut into you when you weren’t trying to get out.
I remember, when I first arrived, I was mostly just confused. Not just because the world had suddenly changed, but more because everybody else seemed to know exactly what they were meant to do. They all immediately turned on one another with horrible violence or terrified flight but even now I still have no idea what they were thinking.
It still hurt, though. When the glass cut my legs or when someone tried to smother me in the muck, it all felt exactly as awful as you would think, although… I never screamed as loudly as the others, my wounds were never so serious and I always climbed the highest. I guess it was just a bit easier for me?
I actually started to feel guilty, like an imposter. Soon the others noticed I was different, they stopped attacking me and then they ignored me altogether, and I was just standing in the dirt watching them, alone in the crowd.
Then it all changed. Suddenly I wasn’t in the pit, I was looking out the window of an old, badly furnished apartment as fire swept up the crooked tenement.
Now I know you aren’t meant to compare domains, they were specific, everyone felt as bad as they could, that was the point. But… feeling the fire burn through your flesh, that definitely hurts the most, no question. There are no words to describe it and even if there were, I wouldn’t.
And yet, I handled it the best. I was the only one who seemed able to leave my own apartment, I was able to push through and keep moving, and I would fight my way inside other people’s apartments to help them.
Maybe that was my mistake? They would welcome my help at first but soon they became suspicious, then outright hostile. It wasn’t long before they were deliberately locking their doors and I was shut out. Then it all changed again.
I lost count of how many times I moved. Drowning in an endless ocean, pulled apart by a butcher’s machine, trapped as a lab rat incubating diseases… Every time suffering, but every time as an extra, as a tourist.
When the Incursion finally ended, at first I just assumed I’d been shifted into another domain, albeit one much more boring than the others. It was only once I found other people that I started to realise it was over.
Since then I’ve joined a commune out near Abingdon. It’s much easier for me now since basically no one has any official records and even if they did no one would care, everyone is just glad of the help. We’re doing alright, crops are doing well. I didn’t hear any of the rumours about the Oxford zone at first. We were all too busy but eventually I learned there was some hole in the world near Cowley Road.
It wasn’t far, so I went to have a look, got chatting to one of the wardens and well… here we are.
[Anya leans back]
SAM
How many times have you told that story?
ANYA
I’ve lost count. Does it sound anything like what happened to you?
SAM
I mean, I haven’t lived through the sort of hells you have, but in terms of changing dimensions… maybe a bit? So how many other, uh, “travellers” have you talked to?
ANYA
Four, including you.
SAM
Did they all come from my world?
ANYA
I’m pretty sure they didn’t all come from the same place. What’s something special about your world?
SAM
Uh… You ever heard of the Magnus Institute?
ANYA
Everyone here knows the Institute since Towerfall.
SAM
Right, of course. Well, in my world it burned down in 1999.
ANYA
Right. Well, I never heard of it back in my mine. Of the others I met, two of them came from somewhere where it was still active, although they didn’t know much about it, and the third said it was based in Edinburgh.
SAM
But they all came through the same portal in Oxford?
ANYA
In the exclusion zone, yes. But I suspect thinking of it as a ‘portal’ is what’s confusing you.
SAM
…Because a portal’s like a door and only has two sides?
ANYA
Yeah, these are more like holes leading to the space between places.
SAM
…Meaning you go in one and come out another randomly?
ANYA
Yes.
[Beat.]
SAM
No. That doesn’t work. When I came through, I wasn’t alone. We both left together and arrived at similar places at similar times. And I’ve got a friend back home, I think she’s from here. Do you think I just got lucky with the swap, or…?
[Beat.]
ANYA
I don’t know. Maybe every time someone crosses it makes it easier for people to follow? Or maybe knowing her beforehand was enough of a link to this world that it pulled you along?
SAM
(unconvinced) Maybe.
ANYA
I’m not an expert, Sam.
SAM
You’re the closest we’ve got.
ANYA
Then I doubt we’ll ever really know how any of this works.
SAM
(dissatisfied) I’m hearing that a lot recently.
ANYA
Sorry.
SAM
Not your fault.
…Listen, Anya… Do you ever find yourself getting pulled back towards the porta– the holes?
ANYA
The others asked me the same thing. They all disappeared eventually, so I’m guessing that’s where they went.
SAM
But you…?
ANYA
No, it’s never happened to me.
SAM
Any idea why?
ANYA
My best guess? Bad timing. I might have been the first person ever to fall through, that means I slipped through a tiny crack in the universe before the Incursion had even started, but now? That hole and a bunch of others are blown wide open.
SAM
But you’re still here.
ANYA
For now. Maybe the effect wears off and they were too weak when I first came here? Maybe the Incursion changed me, maybe my world’s gone and there’s nothing left to pull me back? I have no idea, and honestly, I don’t think there is even a way to find out.
SAM
I get it. Thanks, Anya.
ANYA
Sorry I couldn’t be more help.
SAM
No, you were and I really appreciate it. Does Georgie know all this?
ANYA
I talked her through most of it on a call yesterday, but she’s asked I report to her before I head home.
SAM
Right.
[Beat.]
ANYA
Good luck, Sam. I hope we get a chance to talk again before… before you go.
SAM
Yeah, me too.
ANYA
Goodbye, Sam.
SAM
Bye.
[Anya exits]
[Pause]
[Sam gives a big, dissatisfied sigh]
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[Sounds of various medical equipment]
[Sam enters and flips through some paper]
ALICE
(weakly) Have they found the cure yet?
SAM
(stops) The… cure?
ALICE
Yeah, for being this goddamn gorgeous.
[She coughs weakly. Sam smiles.]
SAM
Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.
ALICE
It’s fine. My Sam had elephant feet too. You should’ve heard him trying to sneak into bed if he stayed up late.
…
So, am I gonna make it, doc?
SAM
I honestly don’t know what I expected. It’s not like I can read these charts.
ALICE
Two days to live. Got it.
SAM
Well, you definitely sound better.
ALICE
That’s why I’m in the hospital, babe. My jokes are sick.
SAM
Alice…
ALICE
Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve not forgotten who you are.
SAM
No, it’s not that. I… I think I’m probably going home soon.
ALICE
Home. You mean back to your world, your own Alice?
SAM
I mean, assuming she hasn’t trashed the place while I was away.
ALICE
Heh. Classic Alice.
…Is it safe? Going back, I mean.
SAM
(lying) Oh, yeah. It’ll be fine.
ALICE
You’ve always been a shit liar, Sam.
[Georgie enters abruptly]
GEORGIE
Sam, there you are.
SAM
Hold on, Georgie, I’m just –
GEORGIE
No time. We’ve had a confirmed sighting of the Archivist. Just crossed the edge of the zone, heading inwards. We’re pursuing.
SAM
(changing gear) Oh – okay, yeah, let’s go.
[They move to leave]
ALICE
Sam, wait!
SAM
Alice –
ALICE
Don’t! Don’t chase it. Leave it to the wardens, it’s their job.
GEORGIE
We’re leaving. Now, Sam.
[Georgie exits]
ALICE
You have to leave me, okay, I get it, so go home, Sam. Go home and don’t get yourself killed chasing this thing.
SAM
I can’t just –
ALICE
You can! I won’t let you die again. I won’t!
[She tries to grab Sam, but he pulls back as the medical instruments complain]
SAM
I’m sorry.
ALICE
Don’t!
SAM
Goodbye, Alice.
[SAM exits]
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[Music]
ANNOUNCER
The Magnus Protocol is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial Sharealike 4.0 International License. The series is created by Jonathan Sims and Alexander J Newall, and directed by Alexander J Newall.
This episode was written by Jonathan Sims and edited with additional materials by Alexander J Newall, with vocal edits by Lowri Ann Davies, soundscaping by Tessa Vroom, and mastering by Catherine Rinella with music by Sam Jones.
It featured Shahan Hamza as Samama Khalid, Sasha Sienna as Georgie Barker, Billie Hindle as Alice Dyer.
The Magnus Protocol is produced by April Sumner, with executive producers Alexander J Newall, Dani McDonough, Linn Ci, and Samantha F.G. Hamilton, and Associate Producers Jordan L. Hawk, Taylor Michaels, Nicole Perlman, Cetius d’Raven, and Megan Nice.
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