Timeless.

Jobs.

They used their last shillings to pay for the room, they both knew this time next month they'd be homeless. Their trip was never supposed to be longer than a single week. They were already starving and they had just about enough water to quench their thirst, for now. But they knew that wouldn't last much longer, soon they'd run out.

"We have to get jobs, we'll end up on the streets if we don't," Lucy called, nibbling at her lip nervously as she glanced at herself in the mirror. It had been a couple of weeks since Rufus left, they'd managed to get by since then, yet the pair still carried the slither of hope that Agent Christopher and Mason would come up with a way to get them home, they just had to survive until then. They assumed Flynn had left after their discussion about Rufus returning to the present. "I could ask Mrs Weston if she has any recommendations."

She didn't get a response, she popped her head out of the bathroom but she frowned when she found the room empty, her eyebrows knitted together. She finished changing quickly, she hated corsets, she missed the 21st century's clothing. She decided to leave her hair over her shoulders, which she hadn't done in a while seem as women around here tend to have their hair pinned back, but she liked her hair this way.
Mrs Weston was already awake stood behind her desk writing down something, but she looked up and beamed as she saw Lucy coming down the stairs.

"Good morning, dear."

"Morning Mrs Weston, sleep well?" Lucy asked, giving the woman a quick, short hug. Mrs Weston had been good to her and Wyatt, most of the time cooking their dinners, saving them some money.

"Good, thank you." The woman smiled, her eyes twinkling happily returning to her—what looked like a bill book. She didn't seemed bothered by the numbers, probably knowing she gets good money from her guests. Mrs Weston looked up again. "Sorry dear, I haven't seen him."

"Life would be much simpler if he just told me he was going out, that way I wouldn't have to worry," Lucy sighed.

"If it helps, he might've visited the market, they've got a big sale on today. I think I'll go buy some ingredients for dinner, how does a roast sound?"

'Oh, it sounds wonderful Mrs Weston," Lucy smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "I'm going to try find Wyatt, I'll see you later."

"Right, goodbye dear, do tell that boy to stop running off." Mrs Weston said with a smirk, watching as Lucy laughed and left.

She stepped out into the usual crowded, busy streets. There was no sign of Wyatt that she could see of, by this point Wyatt's random disappearances were starting to become regular, although it seemed to be a different reason each time.
Lucy felt like she stood out seeing that she was the only one with her hair down, but she continued to swerving around people in search for Wyatt. She was on the verge of giving up and heading back to the room and wait for him there when she caught a glimpse of mousey brown hair just ahead. A smile crawled across her lips, managing to maneuver around the citizens that rushed by. Accidentally tripping on someone's foot, they grumbled, not apologizing as Lucy plummeted to the floor just in front of Wyatt, feeling like an idiot, her face heating up in embarrassment. She heard his familiar chuckle and he held out his hand to her, she took it gladly, getting to her feet.

"Your a hard person to find." Lucy muttered as she dusted down her dress, looking up to see a blonde stood opposite Wyatt, looking at Lucy with distaste, like she was lower than her. "Who is this?"

"Lucy, meet Lillian, she owns this store, she said their might be an available job for me." Wyatt introduced, gesturing the two to shake hands. Lucy felt herself roll her eyes but shook the womans hand reluctantly.

"Nice to meet you." Lucy murmured, not meaning it. She let go of her hand and took her place beside Wyatt. Lillian gestured Wyatt inside the shop, Wyatt followed with a happy little smile, Lucy after.
Lillian gave them a tour of the store, it wasn't exactly long seem as the shop was only small, Lillian seemed to ignore Lucy's presence, which in other situations Lucy would be fine with, but it was Lillians focus that bugged Lucy. The woman would only concentrate on Wyatt, she might've been hiring him but Lucy knew that wasn't the only thing she wanted.
Lillian opened her mouth to speak but a high pitched shrill from a young boy, that was spitting image of Lillian ran up to her exhausted from running.

"Mummy! Mummy! I was walking Harriet and—and we found a space ship! It's silver and it—it's so big!" The boy exclaimed in excitement, Wyatt and Lucy exchanged glances and Lucy knelt down to the boys height, speaking in a soft voice.

"Don't think you could retrace your steps, do you? Lead me to it?"

"Of course! Harriets still there, she won't stop barking." The boy answered, finally catching his breath but Lillian frowned at the boy.

"Don't talk nonsense Sam! Go fetch the dog and get back here immediately! What did I say about those silly alien stories?" Lillian demanded, her tone sharp as she glared down at her son, he didn't seem very effected, he just shrugged. She turned back to Wyatt. "So, any questions?"

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(Sorry it's been a while since I've posted, I haven't been well recently but I do have the next chapters all done, there just in my drafts!)

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