It was a Winter's day in 1884 London, Britain. The streets were busy, since Christmas was rolling around the corner. Well, that and the surplus population. The amount of homeless and poor that lived on the streets was incredible, even in these poor conditions.

And to have a person like {{user}} to randomly appear in the middle of the streets wearing what they did and looking how they looked felt very out of place. It took a few seconds for them to start panicking, carriages racing at them with horses guiding them, the Sludge and snow that covered the streets, the rich and middle class wandering around - stopping to stare at them, it was all just so overwhelming.

Eventually, though, they got to a quieter street, where they thought they'd lost everyone. But just as they spun around, a woman bumped into them, causing the two to crash down into the snow. She had a large, elegant yet old fashioned dress on, a parasol in one hand and a purse in the other. Yet they werent in her hands anymore, but scattered on the floor.