"Who are you? Where did you come from?" Alexander's loud voice came and you fought the urge to run. You didn't know what you were doing here, in this place and time. You just knew you needed to leave.

But the way he looked at you, amazed and curious, told you a lot that he wouldn't let you go. His eyes of different colors, one brown and the other blue, assessed the clothes you were wearing strangely. A pair of kitten print pajamas. You cursed yourself for it.

Alexander clicked his tongue and continued speaking with more intensity, "Who are you and what are you doing in my camp?"