Emily
Frustrated, Emily sat there, listening to them talk. She thought she knew how to do it, but she wondered if she could do it while sitting down.
She closed her eyes, and went deep into thought, thinking intensively about the time of the American colonies. She thought and thought until, when she opened her eyes, she was in what looked like a very old fashioned camp that smelled of smoke and sweat. Women scurried in dresses and bonnets, and men walked around in trousers and suspenders.
Emily noticed that something was missing. The pain was gone. She looked down to her side to see that there was no wound, only the ghost of a scar running down her side to her hip. She got up, enjoying her new freedom. There was only one question left.
How do I get back?
