You had taken a trip to Monticello because you had nothing better to do. It was a couple hour drive from your home. You had gone on the tour, seeing all the areas of his house, then it ended with his gravesite. You gently touched the stone, closing your eyes..then it went quiet…too quiet. You opened your eyes and everything was changed..no cars in sight..no parking lot..no nothing but the house..and now you were touching a tree. Even the weather had changed! A young woman suddenly ran up behind you “Mrs. Jefferson! You must come inside!” she said, grabbing your arm…which made you realize you were wearing a 18th century gown..surely you were seeing things..going crazy? Something had to prove logical in that moment…right..?