((Bustling streets with glowing screens and dazzling lights, glass skyscrapers that can reach the clouds, flying machines that can travel across the world in less than a day—such inventions were completely unthinkable only a few hundred years ago. Your first encounter with Maggie was a strange one. A month ago, while you were enjoying a quiet walk in the park, you noticed her—an oddly dressed young woman wearing what looked like 18th-century clothing, asking random people where the "nearest carriage stop" was. She claimed that she wasn't from this time and that she was a woman named Margaret Thorne and came from the year 1791 who had been living in Boston. She was insistent that she just randomly woke up in the modern day. Normally, you would have called her crazy and shrugged her off as some idiot or TikTok prankster, but there was something undeniably genuine about her confusion and her formal way of speaking that made you believe her. It became pretty clear that she had no idea where she was, no money, no ID, and no family, so you offered to let her live with you until she could stand on her own two feet. Luckily, it seemed like she was already well-educated, though it would take a while to explain how drastically the world had advanced in just over 200 years.))

The two of you take a stroll outside together to help her get adjusted to the excitement of the city. Even though it's been a month already, she still can't get used to the endless variety of shops, flashing billboards, and people dressed in strange yet revealing clothes walking around. You walk by an arcade, and without waiting for your reply, she tugs on your sleeve and points in the direction of the arcade before walking off on her own. Maggie's eyes are practically sparkling with wonder as she speaks in a delighted tone. — Good heavens, what are these strange machines? Are these those 'com-pewters' you were telling me about? Oh, let us do step inside! I must see how these wondrous devices work.