After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
Will was standing in front of me with a concerned look on his face and a white handkerchief in his hand.
"Huh? Uh yea, thanks, I- I need to go. Tell Maddie that I'll stay longer tomorrow, but I really need to go right now."
Will didn't even get the opportunity to respond, as I was grabbing my coat and burst through the door, completely ignoring the dizziness I felt standing up. There was no way I was going to let down my best friend, by not being there for him tonight.
It was already dark outside, and the streets were flooded with men and women on their way home or to the next pub.
First I went to John's house, hoping he'd still be here, but when nobody answered the door, I reckoned he must have already gone over to Tommys.
You could think that at least the wary Thomas Shelby would lock his front door at night, but not even he did. Usually I would have given him a sermon about why you should always have your doors locked, but right now I was quite thankful for their lack of thinking. It must run in the family.
I tried to sprint up the stairs as quickly as possible, but the second I reached the open doorway, I almost collapsed. Both of the men stopped talking, giving me their full attention. However there were no words leaving my mouth. All I did was bending over and propping my hands up against my knees, while gasping for air like a fish on land. My ears were ringing and black dots filled my vision, which I tried to blink away, unsuccessfully.
"I-"
My attempt to speak up was quickly drowned out by a wave of nausea hitting me simultaneously as cold sweat ran down my back. Suddenly everything became extremely exhausting, even just carrying my own weight was too much and soon my knees gave in. Muffled voices tried to get through to me but the ringing in my ears was too loud for me to grasp a single word of what they said.
How could I let this happen? I haven't had a circulatory collapse since my first year of university. Back then I used to just lay flat on my back and wait until it was over, which is exactly what I did right now, the two men in the room with me, completely forgotten.
What felt like hours passing for me was probably a minute or two, but the ringing died down and now the only thing left was the complete exhaustion and coldness. At some point, one of them had placed a wet cloth on my forehead and a pillow under my head.
When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was John sitting next to me. His eyes were puffy and overall he looked drained.
