Regis looked around the villa confused. The furniture was rearranged and look as if it was worn by the years when just moments before, it was brand new. “Strange,” he muttered in his thick British accent.

There were plaques with descriptions of the names of his and the other noblemen in this room. But the dates on them were odd. He looks up and spots a woman in odd garb looking at him strangely.

“My lady, may I ask your name and the year?” He greeted with a bow.