Of The Devil And His Daughter (REWRITTEN)

Chapter Three

"That's not possible, none of it is possible. Time travel isn't real. There isn't a logical, scientific explanation for time traveling. If there was, someone would have figured it out by now," I ranted, frantically walking around and looking for someone, anyone to disprove what supposedly happened.

"Someone has figured it out. I have. Now you can keep denying it or we can get a move on towards the coast. I'd like to set sail before night fall," my mother insisted, standing in the center of the stones and remaining completely calm.

I walked back to her.

"Set sail, right, yeah. Everything will make sense once we get back into a town. If we could stop by a drugstore that would be fantastic, I've got a mad headache and I want some ibuprofen," I told my mother as we began walking. She giggled to herself and linked her arm with my own.

"We're going to be walking for quite a while my friend."

...

She was certainly correct about walking for a while. My knees felt like they were going to collapse by the time we reached a road, and a dirt road at that. I squatted down next to the path and tried to stretch out, crack my back a bit.

My mother was as calm as ever, and her head swung left to right as she scoped out the area. I desperately wished to just return to London. I was exhausted and my feet hurt.

"Do you even know where we're going?" I asked.

"Of course I do. I've come this way several times I know it like the back of my hand. I give us twenty minutes before a carriage passes through," my mother estimated.

I plopped myself into the grass. I was beginning to wonder if something had been slipped into my last drink. I was incredibly light headed and I thought I might throw up again.

"I feel so sick," I sputtered.

"It's from the time jump. The bigger the year gap, the sicker you'll get. Your body needs to get used to it. It'll take a few days."

I immediately began trying to rationalize what was going on. I hadn't eaten in a few hours. I haven't had any water since we left London, and we had been walking for god knows how long. That was reasonable. That was it.

"I'm just dehydrated," I mumbled.

"That too."

I undid my shoes and pulled one of my feet up to massage it. God I was in so much pain. When I finished and put my shoes back on, I noticed my mother squinting at something in the distance. I followed her gaze and sure enough, a black dot appeared on the horizon.

"What is it?" I asked her. "A car?"

"A buggy."

In about five long minutes, I realized it was indeed a carriage, looking it like it came straight out of the Restoration period.

They slowed way down and eventually came to a complete stop next to us. The driver peered down at us from underneath a tricorn hat. My mother took one step forward gracefully.

"Got room for one more?" she asked.

The driver took in our 'different' look. He was confused I would say.

"Who the hell are you?" he asked. "And where you from?"

"Name is Jen Smith, this here is Sam. We're from the New World, here in England for business purposes. Currently servants for the King. Trying to message some goods back West," my mother explained. I let her do the talking. I was trying my best to figure out exactly what was going on. Did we really time travel? Was I hallucinating like her? When was this going to start making sense?