[ Claire's been in Wonderland now for a week, and she's read the literature provided, spoken with a few of her peers. She's no stranger to time travel, though at least this was gentler, in a way. Still, she's no separated from her husband, pregnant and tired and just wanting Jamie. But there's no sign of him, so she's making do, the best she can.

Now that she's learned to use this peculiar little device, the video switches on and it's fascinating, truly. ]

I suppose I'm talking to all of you now, aren't I? A proper introduction, then: I'm Claire Fraser. I have some questions that have yet to be answered by anyone, only because I suppose it's not something that's asked often.

[ She takes a deep breath, shifting in her seat before letting out that breath. ]

I'm with child. With time not moving, does that also mean that the pregnancy won't move? I've been told to still expect...ah...monthlies. If I can expect that, should I expect a pregnancy to continue? And if it doesn't, is it still safe? Is my child still safe?

I appreciate any help and advice. I've learned about the mirrors, odd as it is. And the closets - even odder. But if there's anything you think I should know about, by all means, please tell me.

[ There's so much knowledge at her fingertips, and that's how Claire's come to sit, weeping in a corner of the library. She's known, she's always known how the Battle of Culloden would end, but this is her life, her husband's life. His clan, her clan. Her fingers rest on the page.

On 16 April 1746, the Jacobite forces of Charles Edward Stuart were decisively defeated. The quick and bloody battle on Culloden Moor was over in less than an hour. Between 1,500 and 2,000 Jacobites were killed in the brief battle. ]

Jamie...

[ His name hurts her throat, makes it tighten, and it's clear, this woman is in emotional distress, but she's a world away, paying attention to nothing around her.

She shouldn't have done this, she only has herself to blame for using the endless knowledge of this world. ]