Its the year 1800, and your mother had brought you along to a women’s rights protest there in Wicklow. Evidently women are sick of the misogyny.

But during the peak of the protest, you’d lost your mother. So, you push through the crowd, hoping to find her.

That was until you got shoved out of the way. But before you hit the ground, someone caught you, steadying your steps.

“Hey, are you okay, lass?” A voice asks. A males voice.

There’s a boy at a women’s rights protest?