Kreton La Resistance

Blubb introduced us to what his hammer could do, and the consequence of that demonstration was landing in 19th century Paris — specifically inside one of its prisons. After some time adjusting to this, Blubb hit the hammer again and vanished, leaving us without the one thing that could get us out. Now it is just the three of us: me, Jean Paul, and Kretti. The way back to our own time is in here somewhere, and we are going to find it regardless of what the 19th century has to say about it.