Christine was asking herself similar questions, but when the voices came nearer, she hurried down the corridor in the opposite direction, her hand in Oliver's. They needed a plan, and fast.

"In here!" she hissed, turning him towards the turbolift. It was just an elevator, but a bit faster than those from the 21st century. She dragged him inside and once the doors shut, she hit a random deck number. As the lift started, she quickly hit the stop button, stopping them between decks.

"Ok, we've only got a few minutes before maintenance notices the stopped lift and investigates. We need a plan to hide you here and get you safely back home without anyone else on the crew knowing who you really are."