When Finnegan's Soul was plucked from the burning wreckage of his home in 1890's England and reborn in another Realm, he expected life to not be too frightfully different. He was still a Smith's Son, and though people looked a bit different, they spoke the same language as he, and their town didn't seem that different from his, so it shouldn't have been too terribly difficult to adjust! Until Magic got involved, that is. Through some odd coincidences and somewhat-helpful misunderstandings, Finnegan stumbles his way through life and adjusts to the new way of things, searching for the one thing that'll make everything alright, and make it all make sense again: Glass.