They walked right into the village, the early morning light casting long shadows from the small wooden houses. They walked over cobblestones and the further they walked, the houses got narrower and higher. Most houses were dark, but inside some of them the light was turned on.

There were people walking outside, stepping away in the twilight when they passed them. Shane noticed mostly girls and women, dressed in long skirts, and men dressed neatly in three-piece suits. It all looked very old-fashioned, which made him doubt again whether the Tuner just went off the rails and decided it could actually make them travel through time. 

Eventually, they entered a building. They did seem to have electricity, because the light inside seems to be coming from normal bulbs, certainly not candles or oil lamps. Without saying a word to them, Rowan and Shane were led through a small corridor until they reached a cell block, complete with bars and a comically large ring with keys. The area was dimly lit by a few bare lightbulbs hanging from the ceiling outside the cells. 

Their cuffs were taken off, they took the bag and the Tuner from Rowan and searched both of them. They took Shane's belt and all of his equipment, Rowan didn’t seem to have anything else on her. This made Shane suddenly realize that he had left his shirt in the cave. 

“Can’t we just talk about this like civilized people?” Shane tried. 

The guards locked the cell with a key without answering him and left through the corridor. Shane sighed and looked around. The walls were made out of dark wood and had no windows on two sides. The other two sides of the square cell were entirely made out of bars. He walked over and touched it, it was just old-fashioned iron. At his precinct the cells were modern and nothing like this. 

The cell itself had a simple interior, there was a bed with a dirty-looking mattress bolted to the floor against one of the wooden walls, and a wooden bench. It reminded him of those cells you saw in old Western movies. 

The first thing Shane did was walk to the bed and sit on it. Rowan kept quiet, didn't even look at him, and sat down on the wooden bench. 

“I’m pretty sure we actually did end up traveling through time,” Shane mumbled childishly, annoyed that Rowan was ignoring him. 

Rowan looked up, loose strands from her blond ponytail were dancing around her face. There was a furious look in her gray eyes. She narrowed her eyes slightly and he was pretty sure he would be very dead if looks could kill. It made him cringe about his words, feeling stupid and ignorant again. She had pressed her lips together until they formed a colorless line. 

“Just because some dimensions aren't as evolved or evolved better than yours doesn't mean you've traveled through time, you idiot,” she snarled angrily. “Now we're in a lot of trouble because you just had to open your mouth and couldn't leave it to me. Have you forgotten that the Tuner is illegal? Do you know that there are dimensions where visitors are unwanted, even seen as illegal? No, you didn't know that and that's why you should leave these things to me.” 

She turned her gaze abruptly away from him and towards the bars in front of her. Shane felt guilty, Rowan was right, he had acted way too quickly thinking his police status would get them out of their situation. He wondered if he would've thought about it more if he hadn't been so exhausted, hungry and thirsty. 

“Since you know everything so well, you probably know where we are now. Why did you just give up so easily? Why didn’t you fight back?” 

“Because I know exactly where we are. We are in the 5th dimension. A heavily religious world where they go to war in the name of God and where it is forbidden to travel to, and for their citizens to leave. If we are lucky we will be executed here quick and painlessly, otherwise we'll be turned over to the first and that's gonna be much worse. If I had run away they would have shot me on the spot.” 

Rowan’s words made Shane think quietly. He wasn't about to give up as quickly as Rowan had done, nor was he accepting that he was going to die here or be extradited to anyone or anywhere. His head was still pounding from hitting the ground, which didn't make coming up with a plan any easier.

“Are there no rules or interdimensional laws or something?” Shane asked. 

“Of course there are,” Rowan sneered like he was used to. “Yes, and we broke them by traveling illegally between dimensions, entering a forbidden dimension illegally and dealing in drugs. We are screwed, Shane.” 

“You knew, but I didn’t! Maybe we can arrange something… There should be a lawsuit or a hearing, at least something along those lines?” 

He could hear Rowan sigh, she probably thought he was being desperate, but he didn't care. It was better than not trying at all. She knew what she was getting into, and while it was also his fault that they were stuck, it was also her own. 

She knew this could happen when she started dealing drugs and hopping around dimensions, just like Shane knew there were dangers in his own profession. Now he just had to play it the right way… Or they had to get the Tuner back in some way. 

He had probably fallen asleep, as he was awakened by the sound of keys jingling and a lock opening. Shane was immediately wide awake, although he felt a tad bit disoriented and didn't know how much time had passed. There was indeed someone in a uniform who opened the lock and opened the door. His eyes darted to Rowan, who looked at the man. 

Something was pushed in on a tray on the floor, both of them kept staring at it while the cell door was being closed and locked. Rowan didn't get up and didn't say a word. 

Because Rowan didn't do anything, Shane got up and walked over to the tray. To his delight, it had two glasses of water on it, along with what looked like a big chunk of bread. Carefully, he lifted the tray and walked over to Rowan. He sat down next to her on the bench and placed the tray between them. In complete silence, he tore the bread in two and pushed half of it towards her.

Shane really wasn't going to wait for Rowan to eat. He tore off a piece of bread, dipped it in the water so that it wouldn't be as dry, and put it in his mouth. Right now he could probably enjoy anything, which he clearly did. Still, he also ate fairly quickly, although he knew it wasn't a good idea. 

His glass of water was already half empty because he had dipped the bread in it, which was a scam if you asked him. Yet he preferred to not think about what he didn't have, but what he did have. He slowly drank the rest of the water, which felt like a relief for his sore throat.

“I’m going to take a nap,” he told Rowan as he got up from the bench.

She didn't say anything, but he had expected that. Instead of sitting down like last time, he lied down on the dirty mattress. He stretched out his legs and folded his hands under his head while he stared at the ceiling. 

It was just a boring wooden paneled ceiling. He fantasized a bit about having a vaulted ceiling, where the bars didn't reach up to the highest point of the ceiling, so he could jump over and save Rowan and himself. He'd seen that often enough in movies, but there was probably no point in trying to play the hero here. He just hoped that some rest would give him some ideas.  

He closed his eyes with a soft sigh, but opened them every now and again because he seemed unable to fall asleep. Maybe it was the dim electric lights that made a soft buzzing noise, or the need to look around to see if anything had miraculously changed. When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Rowan had picked up the piece of bread and was nibbling on it. 

She was eating very slowly and Shane studied her, it seemed like she didn't realize that he was watching her. She had pulled her legs up to her chest and put her feet on the bench. She looked vulnerable, not at all like the fiery girl who kept looking at him with such disdain. He closed his eyes before she realized what he was doing, and tried to get back to sleep.