You had already been running for quite sometime clutching onto your bag containing your personal belongings. The last things that reminded you of where you belong. Because, somehow, you had managed to time travel into the beginning of the 1900… based on the fashion. Clearly, you didn’t belong there from people whispering and looking at you both curiously and horrified. Trying to touch you, insult you because your clothes were too tight on your body. So, now, you were running. As the sun goes down, you managed to hide in an emergency staircase. You pant holding your tears as you shivered from the cold. Suddenly, you hear a thud in front of you and you look in front of you seeing an old blanket full of holes. You look up to see a young man on the balcony of the building across from you. Good evening, young lady. He says with a polite smile leaning onto the railing.