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This is a totally logical and sensible way to do things. Shut up.

The way is: Dinah has a whole list of cities and places she wants to visit, including all over the United States; California, Pennsylvania, even Kansas, as she hasn't yet thoroughly investigated Keystone City.

She's starting in Greece.

This is, she claimed, because it's her vacation and she's always wanted to vacation in Europe and soak up the Mediterranean sun. But it's really because she's much less worried and apprehensive about what she'll find on Themiscyra than, for example, Star City, California. She hasn't even decided what she wants to find, but she can handle not finding it better if she starts with the Amazons.

Zinda's gone off to look at Egypt, after dropping Dinah off at an abandoned airfield. For some reason island-hopping on her own in a tiny plane is easier than admitting to Lady Blackhawk she doesn't know exactly which island is which on this world. Also, it feels more like a vacation.

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"I haven't seen any collapsing civilisations!" He says.

Then again, he hasn't seen much of anything, being too fascinated by apparently Amazonian relics.

"If you've been here ever since coming in, I'm not surprised!"

Dinah's tone may be a little pressed now. It's irritating when people don't believe you.

Indy take a deep breath.

"Well, it's pretty damned easy to work out which one of us is right."

Because, if they leave the island and Greece is still as it should be, fine! If not. . he will be pissed.

"Right," Dinah agrees.

It's sad, really; this is clearly Themiscyra, and it looks just like she remembers it, only abandoned and ruined like the rest of the world.

Diana and Hippolyta aren't here.

"I have a plane that'll take two, on the beach."

"I have a boat, but. . . hell, the owners abandoned it anyway and if you're right. . ."

He shrugs.

"Lead on then, lady. I'm done here."

He can come back if she's wrong, after all.

He can come back anytime he wants, really.

The plane is very small: a hobbyist's vehicle, with just enough room for a pilot and a co-pilot or passenger. Dinah tosses the wheel behind the seat as she gets in, and glances as Indy.

"So what are these comic books like?"

"Nice plane," he says approvingly, hoisting himself in.

"And - well, they're comics. Everyone knows comics, right?"

"It's not mine, I'm borrowing it," Dinah admits. "Though I guess its real owners are dead.

"Yeah, I know comics. The Y-men and Watchmen and things like that. I just never thought I'd be in one. It's about the JLA, I guess?"

"What?" He says. "You mean JSA, right?"

Okay, little things like that. . . actually make her sound more convincing. There are bound to be some facts that don't tally up, if she really is from another world that he knows as fiction. Which sounds far-fetched, even to Indy.

"Really? They deal with my time in the Justice Society?"

Dinah finds that a little unlikely, as she more to do with the League, until she realises, that if Indy's from the 50s, and has never heard of the Justice League:

"Oh no. I can't believe this is happening again."

"What?"

He is a confused archaeologist. She should explain.

Dinah drops her head down, shaking in disbelief.

"You mean Dinah Drake Lance, don't you? She was my Mom."

"I did, yeah," he says. "Hold on. . . I'm confused."

It happens. Indy spends a lot of his life confused. He always figures it out, though.

"Dinah Drake, the Black Canary in the Justice Society?" Dinah says helpfully. "She has a daughter. That's me. I'm the Black Canary now."

"I didn't know that," he says. "And she's a bit young to have. . . hold on. What year is it again?"

He's starting to believe her. She's just so. . . convincing.

Dinah gives a year in the first decade of the twenty first century. "At least it was in my world, when I left. Mom was in the JSA in the 60s, so I guess the comic books are slightly off."

She has not problem with this. Her world is JUST THAT STRANGE.

Indy buries his head in his hands, and groans.

"I just don't believe it. This is insane. I'm insane. You're insane. The whole damned world is insane!"

"Sats the man who found the Holy Grail," Dinah points out. "Listen, the nearest major city is Hania, at about ten o'clock. It look anything like when you last saw it?"

Crete is laid out alongside them, and when Dinah lowers the plane, there's nothing at the far Western end other than flattened rumble.

"Oh," he says. Just that, nothing else, just 'oh'.

Looks like her story isn't a load of crap after all.

She doesn't land, because she doesn't think it safe, but as she circles, Dinah looks over at him, sympathetically.

"Sorry,Dr. Jones."

"Not your fault," he says with a sigh. This is so bizarre. One moment, everything is normal, the next, his entire world is just. . . gone. She'll have to forgive him if he's a bit weird for the next. . . forever.

She'll forgive him. Because she doesn't know what to say, either. Turning around, she heads towards the mainland, and lands in a field just outside of Sparta.

She doesn't say anything the entire journey.

Neither does he. He just looks sadly out of the window, his brow growing more and more furrowed as the time passes and he sees more of Greece.

"So what happens now?" He asks, sounding rather lost. It's pathetic, really, the great Indiana Jones sounding like a lost kid.

It breaks Dinah's heart, is what it does.

"Kansas is safe," she says. "Metropolis has facilities for refugees and there a farm that's operating as a community for... outsiders, I guess you'd call them. Lady Blackhawk's going to pick me up in a couple of days to fly me back."

Essentially, she's inviting him along.

He'll adjust. He always does. But he's not used to being so totally out of his depth.

He takes a deep breath, and turns his best charming smile on her. He's going to act as if this is all perfectly normal, dammit.

"Could I prevail on your better nature for a lift, then?"

It will, at some point, occur to him that if she's not Dinah Drake Lance, she might not be married. But not yet.