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To say Tyler's surprised when he wakes up the first day of December and sees snow falling outside the hut is something of an understatement - and while his brother assures him that this is fairly low-grade in terms of island-related changes going on, even he can't deny that the sight of the island transformed into what could only be described as Dickensian-era London falls under a completely new category of strange. It isn't just the exterior that's different, either - every article of clothing they own is changed into fashions appropriate for the era, and the hut itself is an exact replica of a home of a similar century. Tyler resigns himself to the fact that unless he wants to go out in nothing but a nightshirt, he's going to have to settle for what the island has given him. Remarkably, everything fits, so he settles for the jacket and waistcoat, the button-down shirt and the trousers, and the knee-high boots, immediately discarding anything too loud or involving frills. Cam can sort out his own situation later.

For a little while, he just decides to explore his new surroundings, having every intention of making his way back to what they can now officially call a house once he's walked down several city blocks and back. There's vendors out pushing carts from the sounds of it, but it's a noise that tends to stick to his periphery when he turns to look straight at it. There are people walking around - some faces he recognizes, others he doesn't - most of whom look just as uncomfortable as he feels in the strange clothes, but some appearing oddly content despite the change.

The benefit of being tall makes it possible for him to recognize familiar faces from a longer distance, although he spots the blonde hair shortly before he finally catches a glimpse of the face beneath them, making his way down the sidewalk through puddles of slush and around patches of black ice until he can finally stop in front of her, breath visible in the air as he speaks. "I thought that was you."