<a faint buzzing noise is heard. Winston Churchill opens his eyes.>
What is this place? Reminds me of a time in Bechuanaland...
Winston?
Hmmm?
You're not in Bechuanaland. You're leading England in her darkest hour.
It's her darkest hour, already?
Afraid so.
But we don't have any cities...
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