Dr. Sara D. Gordon's Story

Sara sat cross-legged in her small room hunched over a sprawl of papers scattered across her desk with no apparent order, but there was always an order to the way Sara did things. Her room was dimly lit by a small alcohol-burner, with the morning light shut out by the heavy wooden shutters on the window. Suddenly Sara uncoiled herself with a monumental sigh. She rose from her perch, placed the cap over the alcohol-burner to put out the flame, then set off to the window to allow some light in. It was only when the mid-morning light spilled in that she realized that she had managed to pull another all-nighter. With another sigh she muttered to herself, "How am I suppos'd to know... If this place is as it seems, then all theories of planar spacetime are shattered... How does the actions of a time traveler effect the universe though... Are we in a closed loop? If not, does Wite have access to more resources than we could possibly imagine?"

Sara's mind was in turmult as it so often was after spending sessions trying to figure out the mechanics of the spacetime pocket that was Titania. Still mulling over the conundrum at hand Sara's subconscious forgot to remove her father's lab coat, signifying she was still at work. Everything about this place was crazy, it so groundbreaking she was still unsure if it was ever real or not, ever since she had been 'time-napped' from her office in the Physics department of Glasgow university she had immersed herself in research into Titania's structure. Regular Newtonian physics applied here, which meant that Titania was located on an object of mass, the gravitational pull of the object was about 1.12 times that of earth as far as she could figure from her crude experiments, she couldn't check on sub-atomic and quantum theories with her limited resources, but as far as she could see everything seemed almost... Normal. The area was habitable with an atmosphere of Oxygen and Nitrogen with trace amounts of Helium and other elements, and the most abundant substance seemed to be this 'Titantium' stuff which was an puzzle to Sara, who had found no way of recognizing it's composition as of the moment.

While lost in thought, Sara's feet had carried her to her usual hangout in the Smuggler's Cove, a dingy Pub by the name of 'The Gagging Mare' which strikingly similar architecture to a pub she had once been in when she visited some cousins in Edinburgh. She had only been in Titania for a week, but she had made sure to get on good terms with the bartenders and found at least one person who she could buy smokes from. Sara spoke up to the tall, barrel-chested man cleaning glasses behind the bar, "Hey, Teddy, the usual please."
Looked up, then nodded and spoke in a gruff Irish accent, "A Talisker on tha rocks, comin' righ' up... Ya lookin' fer Jacob as well?"
"Yup, where is the little bastard?" Sara snatched up the glass of whisky as it came sliding down the bar towards her and took a sip, eyeing the bartender.
Theodore scratched his mess of jet black hair before replying, "Last I heard he was goin' ta watch the fight between the African and tha' oriental."
Sara nodded and downed the rest of her drink, and spun round on her bar-stool to leave, "Thanks mate."
"Wait," Teddy called before Sara could leave, he nodded at her labcoat, "Ya were workin' right? Y' can pay off yer tab with information y'know... Have ya figured anythin' out?"
Sara slowly turned back, "Teddy, I've told ya, I've not been working on anything you guys can use yet..."
The hefty bartender's eyes lowered with dissapointment. Sarah continued, "However, I do have this." She pulled a vial out of her pocket and placed it on the bar, "You can trade it to any half-decent doctor for quite a bit, just be careful they're not trying to rip you off... See ya then."
This time Theodore didn't stop her leaving and she strode out onto the streets of the cove looking for her tobacco supplier.

She found him at the edge of a gathering crowd of people, a small Indian man dressed in and elaborate sherwani. Before she could get a word in the man silenced her and demanded in a thick Indian accent, "Quite northern woman, the fight begins soon, help me find a better spot."
Sara would rather have slapped the little man, who only stood to about her shoulder height, but she knew the repercussions of that would be much more severe than no more tobacco. The man before her was a minor noble, one with a lot of ambition, a taste for gambling, and connections to all the wrong kinds of people. Reluctantly she assisted the man to the front of the crowd, nudging aside those who were in their way.
"I have a bet on the Imperial." Jacob stated out of the blue, "He has a dangerous look in his eyes, that of a hard man, unlike the man of the desert kingdom."
Sara made no comment on the matter, instead she observed the scene before her. The two men were stripped down to nothing but a loincloth, and oiled up for the fight. The Egyptian had size and weight on his side, but Jacob was right, the smaller Asian man had a threatening quality to him that was completely devoid from the Egyptian. Either way the battle would begin soon, and she could only get her tobacco after it finished.