“Uuugh….” Blurry vision, dizziness, the feeling that she had lost her lunch somewhere in the darkness before her eyes had cracked open. Megan blinked, lifting her head from the ground as her eyes refocused, and squinted. Why were there trees and bushes all around her?... Hadn’t she been in the city just moments before? Her confusion doubled as she sat up and looked around. Not a building in sight. “What the hell?” She heard a soft moan from somewhere over her shoulder and spotted a foot poking out from a thicket of bushes not too far away. The twenty three year old narrowed her eyes, recognizing those sneakers as the ones the little punk that had lifted her purse had been wearing, and pushed herself up onto wobbly legs. “God… It feels like someone cracked me over the head real good…”

She stumbled her way over to the boy, stepping over some sort of candle along the way, then reached down and dragged him out from the bushes. Yup, same kid… He even had her purse clutched in his hand still. “Little… friggen… rrrgh!” He was knocked clean out like she had been, so there was no use trying to scream his ear off. She resisted the urge to kick the kid while he was down, and instead snatched her purse from his hands. Turning with her belongings once again in her possession, she set about finding out where the brat had taken her while pondering how this had even happened… She had been in a coffee shop, one of the few she actually liked. With a large cup o’ joe in hand, she had left, walked half way down the sidewalk, and then BAM! Some kid ran straight into her.

The boiling hot coffee she had just purchased met her chest, she had screamed bloody murder, and the kid had bolted straight away. It had only been after the ohmygodivebeenscalded feeling lessened, that she had noticed her purse missing. She could remember quite clearly uttering a few rather colorful sentences as she turned and went tearing after him. Her spiders found him quicker than she could, tucked around the corner of an alley quite a few blocks down, already in the process of rummaging through her bag. When she had finally gotten to him, he had looked up and stood, tensing like he was going to run, and she told him quite clearly to stand still while she murdered him. It had been right at that moment, when he had turned to run, that she had jumped in and managed to snag a wrist as he launched himself into a short jump… she hadn’t even noticed the candle. Then... black, and then she had woken up. She couldn’t quite remember what happened in between blacking out and now… With a scowl, she turned back to the boy, intent on shaking him into consciousness. The soft, distant sound of voices caught her attention though and distracted her from her violent mission. Megan blinked, straining her ears, and cast one last look at the kid. “Pfft, you can get eaten by bears for all I care.” With that, which fell on deaf ears, she turned and stomped her way towards the voices…

~~

A good thirty minutes after she had wandered away, the boy woke up. Jack groaned and brought a hand to his head. It took him a moment, but eventually everything came flooding back and he sat bolt upright like he had been struck by lightning. The woman! His eyes scanned the surrounding area quickly… no sign of her in sight.

He could feel his heart leap into his throat as he took in his surroundings. This was definitely not new York city, two days in the past. With a gulp the boy stood, and moved to where his candle was, and began a quiet, and stealthy search of the area. He couldn’t just leave the woman in the past… there was no telling what kind of trouble she could cause.

Without her around though, there wasn’t much he could do. Without many options, he could either stay and search for her himself… which could prove rather dangerous considering the current time he had landed in, or he could go back for help… Help seemed like the nicer, shinier option. Setting his candle down, he took one small jump, and was back in the present to find someone to help him…

~~

Megan, on the other hand, was having the time of her life. No, really… She was. The voices she had heard had belonged to a group of travelers. She had stopped then, asked directions that had made them laugh like they were on something, and they had offered to escort her to the closest village. Of course, she didn’t realize that they thought she was some girl, possibly touched in the head that had wandered away from her caretaker. One of the women in the group even offered her a dress, seeing as her clothes were apparently “strange”. Megan managed to withhold any rude comments of her own, thinking she had stumbled upon a troupe of silly role players at some medieval festival, and took the dress with a “Thank you!” After slipping behind a screen of trees, she had changed into the… outfit. Strange, odd, and any other assortment of similar words couldn’t even come close to what she thought about it. Once her head covering was on, she trotted back out and sat with the only other woman of the group, striking up a polite chat about the weather while fishing for hints at what was going.

As the cart rolled and jolted along into the village- which was much bigger than she had expected- Megan had to sort through all of the things the woman had said, and the conclusions she had come to on her own. First off, this was no where near New York, and secondly, the woman had told her about some sort of a way and a rare moment of peace. Megan was confused…. Very, very confused. “Well, thank you for the ride, uh… See you around!” With a wave, she hopped from the cart and brushed her skirts off. Exploring the town for a bit might reveal more info, and after she could head back and wake that turd child in the bushes up… Maybe he would know how to get her back once she squeezed all of the fun out of this unexpected trip.

"I lost a mutant."
"Come again?"
"I lost a mutant."
"...oookay? And? You think he... she... is here?"
"I know she's not here."
"... you lost me."
"No, I didn't lose you. I lost a girl with spiders in her hair."
"No sh*t. Ya're right, she's not here."
"I know. She's in Burgundy."
"Whut?!"
"In the year 1403."
"..."
"I'm telling the truth."
"Get outta here."
"Look. You know her, right? She is in trouble."
"In..."
"1403. A.D."
"And you know this how?"
"I jumped her there."
"You're..."
"... a time traveler yes. And I lost your friend."
"She's not my friend."
"She still needs help. And if she doesn't get it, history will change forever."
"... you lost me again. Ya're good."
"I don't have time for this. Are you coming or should I find somebody else?"
"'kay, lemme see if I got this straight: Charlotte. In Medieval Europe. In trouble."
"Yes."
"1403."
"Yes."
"The Hundred Year's War."
"Yes."
"..."
"...?"
"I gotta see this. Give me three minutes."

That's right. Three. One for grabbing the backpack and the archery set. One for dragging Masochist out of his room. One for...
"Scratch that, we're ready."