Leo led us all up to his workshop/house, where we found dozens of trinkets and gadgets amazingly advanced for his time. I was impressed by all he had accomplished that I never even knew about. And I thought I knew everything there was to know about him!
Jack ran his finger along a shelf full of books, and I noticed Leo watching him. I chuckled, thinking how funny it was to watch this happen.
And then I realized.
I thought I had feelings for Jack, but seeing him with Leo didn't make me sad, or angry, or jealous at all! I realized that it had only been the heat of the moment and the fact that he saved me. I think I liked what he did and not him. I sighed as relief flooded through me. Glancing over at The Doctor, I saw how intrigued he was by all the inventions cluttering the space. He looked at them like a parent looks at a child's primitive drawing. It was adorable.
The Doctor looked up at me after a few moments, and gave me a kind smile. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight filtering through the window. Then I realized I had been staring. I turned my gaze to the ground, blushing, and began examining my fingernails.
The sound of a creaking floorboard jolted me out of my stupor, and I looked back to see a little girl who looked like she had been trying to sneak through the room, but froze when she heard the noise. "Lisa!" Leo whispered harshly. "I have guests!"
Lisa's face contorted and she looked like she didn't know whether to be ashamed or scared. "I-I'm sorry, Father," she replied in a squeaky, trembling voice.
Leo's face softened, and he padded to her. "It's alright, Lisa," he said softly, "they're not from around here, so you can come out for today." He gave a small smile, and relief flooded the poor girl's entire body, she relaxed her posture and her face was noticeably less frightened.
Leonardo DaVinci did not, by all accounts, have any children. I was taken aback by this girl called Lisa, who seemed to be his... Secret daughter? My mind took several moments to wrap around the thought that after all these years, his child was so well hidden that historians still haven't found out he even had one! And I couldn't quite figure out why she was a secret. Maybe she was an illegitimate child with a mother who flaked and would be persecuted for her father's sexual misconduct. That was the only plausible explanation but I still didn't think he would hide her like this, and keep her from the life she deserved. I guessed that since he, himself was an illegitimate child, he didn't want her to live through the mockery and scorn he had to endure. I shook off my confusion and plastered on a smile.
"Hello, Lisa," I said, stooping down to her level, "my name is Maddison." I gave her my hand and she gave it a nice shake. She had a strong grip for a girl her age. She looked to be about nine years old, and had long, brown hair. There was something about her that seemed familiar but I couldn't put my finger on it.
I stood back up and looked around the room again. I saw several paintings, a few of which I recognized, but it took me a moment of searching to realize that my favorite, the Mona Lisa, wouldn't be painted for another 16 years! Leo paints it in 1503, and we got here in around 1487, so I did the math quickly in my head.
Mona... Lisa...
Nine years old... Will be painted in 16 years...
Lisa will be 25 when... I gasped.
Lisa is the Mona Lisa!
