They were, very suddenly, in the middle of a street. It looked, well, rather like a street- but something about the signs, the colors in the sky, were immediately wrong. Velma didn't have any time to process this before she heard the screeching of car tires and too bright headlights in her peripheral vision. Lance lunged at her in what was probably meant as a protective gesture, but he only succeeded in knocking her on her butt on the wet pavement. The car rolled to a halt inches in front of Lance.<br/><br/>"Oh god," Velma sputtered. She climbed to her feet on shaky legs. "Are you all right?" She asked Lance.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," Lance said. "You?" He straightened slightly and raised a hand to the driver inside the car. "Sorry," he said awkwardly.<br/><br/>"Would have been better if you hadn't practically shoved me to the pavement," she grumbled, trying to restore some normalcy to the scenario by being lighthearted. "Watch where those limbs end up." Velma stepped forward- and immediately ran into a crate. She looked down automatically and saw the device that had given off that bright flash of light. So, now they had been teleported somewhere and were stranded with illegal time travel equipment. Also, they were presently sort of jaywalking. Great. Two laws broken in one fell swoop.