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Capítulo 68: A trip to ancient Scotland

- Do I really need to wear these clothes? - Norman asks, looking at himself. He was wearing a gray overcoat that went down to his knees, a black vest, a classic t-shirt and tie underneath. His shoes were now black dress shoes.

- Of course, we're going back to 1887. We're going to have to blend in! I already have my combat uniform, identical to the clothes people wore at the time. - Amelia says, proud of herself.

- I think women at the time dressed more in dresses, don't they? - Norman asks.

- Shut up, I'm not going to look for a period dress right now. I've read all the books and researched a lot about this author! I'm not going to prepare myself to take action anymore. - Amelia says, stamping her foot.

- Very well then, Ame, let's get this started! - Norman says with a smile, slamming a fist into the palm of his hand.

Norman and Amelia were in a large, empty room inside the Cover Corp building. Amelia was setting some things on her watch until it made its hands start to spin backwards at an alarming speed, making blue lightning bolts come out of the pocket watch, covering the entire room with a hurricane-like wind.

- HOLD ON! I GAVE YOU THE COORDINATES OF WHERE WE'RE GOING! - Amelia says, holding her hat so it doesn't fly away. Norman goes to the girl and holds it tighter. Suddenly a huge flash grows inside the room like an explosion. Norman and Amelia disappear from that place.

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- AAAAAAWERHG! - The pair falls into an alley somewhere, Amelia falling to the ground and Norman falling a little far away on top of a trash can.

- URGH... going through this is like... going through portals UHG... - Norman holds back the urge to vomit with his hands, but he can't take it anymore and runs behind the trash can, starting to throw everything up.

- What a baby, it seems he can't handle his cells breaking down and remaking themselves on a completely different plane. - Amelia comments, rolling her eyes and following a path to get out of that alley, followed by Norman, staggering a little.

- Where the hell are we, Ame? - Norman asks.

- This is the first time you've traveled through time and that's what you're asking me? We're in Edinburgh, Scotland! This is where the creator of this world's Sherlock Holmes is. - Amelia says, looking at her revolver, where the H was carved into the wooden part of the weapon.

- And do you know where he lives? - Norman asks.

- As I said, my dear Holmes, I did in-depth research to be able to travel here before anything else. Dealing with time travel is complicated, Norman. I needed to make sure my watch had everything it needed so that it wouldn't change anything that could put our world in danger. - Amelia says, following the path, with Norman Nakamura behind her. 

- We're going to talk to the author of the books and you're going to tell me that we're not going to change anything? You're kidding, we're definitely going to change something, especially with a girl named Amelia Watson. - Norman says.

- We're not, my watch has an event "isolator", yes we go back in time, but any action we perform here will not change the timeline, it's as if our return existed at the moment we are, but the moment we are no longer there it will cease to exist, but the information we obtained will still remain in our memory, think of it as if you formatted a hard drive but saved certain things on your pendrive, and left that pendrive to use on another computer, that's what we're going to do. - Amelia says in an explanatory way, looking at the street signs to guide herself.

- Uhmmm... so if I take an object from here and take it with us, it won't do anything? - Norman asks. 

- There are two possibilities, the object is cloned, so there will be ours from the present and theirs from that time, or the object can disappear when you return with it, I don't know if the rule applies only to our memories or physical things as well, and I don't feel like testing that personally. - Says Amelia.