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[One hundred and sixty six. One hundred and sixty seven. One hundred and sixty eight. The rhythmic tip-tap of shoes against the cobbled floor barely echoed among the noise of the courtyard of birds--sometimes students, too--overhead, and those calling to one another. Germany's rope slapped against the floor occasionally as she skipped for the past hour. Her uniform was abandoned not far, discarded after-hours for ease of practice.

Her back was starting to ache, however. She'd never felt the strain of her figure before arriving her. Now her back ached liberally with exerted effort. If anything was an incentive to get out of here and where she belonged, getting rid of back ache was a good one as any.]

One hundred and seventy. One hundred and seventy one. [She muttered to herself, resisting the urge to wipe her damp fringe off her forehead. Perhaps she could get two hours out of this before figuring out what to do about food for the evening.

The thought was just about distracting her from those who stared as she exercised.]

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[At that he can't help but give a small, slightly sad smile. Normally when he was away from home he could at least tell which direction it was in but here that internal compass was completely broken]

Heh, was I being that obvious? I suppose you're right, wherever this is I feel like I've never been further away from home.

[A thought suddenly occurs to him. If he can't tell which direction home is in perhaps he can no longer sense people from his home either. It's somewhat worrying but he has to ask]

Um... If you don't mind me asking, which country are you from?

Germany. [She only replied after a pregnant pause.] For all I know there could be others from my home... Country, here. I have no means of finding out, yet.

It would be rather reassuring, though.

[He nods along with her answer, trying to seem more interested than relieved. There was still hope yet, hopefully not all his senses were failing him]

I know what you mean, I know there are a few people from my home here but they're not from my home country. Does that make sense?

It's always great to feel a connection through sharing a homeland, isn't it?

You mean to tell me you've come to recognize those from the same world you come from. There seems to be a merge of more than two worlds in this place.

The solidarity is pleasant. Where are you from, if I may ask?

Oh, uh... well I mean they're people I knew from home already. There might be others from my world that I don't know about, I don't know...

I'm from Latvia, the year was 2012 when I left.

[After encountering a few from the 20^th century he figured the current date was also important in terms of where he's from]

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