midnight
Isle of Skye , 1 Jan 2149 CE It was just past midnight when the woman in wet , torn forest green saw what had to be the light from windows of a small house . She stumbled toward it gratefully , hoping for warmth and some sort of communications . Dammit , equipment failure and a plane crash were no way to start New Year 's Day ! As she neared the house , she heard party sounds , and grinned .