Judge Frollo patrolled the dark streets of Paris upon his horse, his eyes constantly moving, in search of any gypsies that could be trying to cause more trouble. He never liked the gypsies, believing they had brought the Plague with them, spreading fear and stealing, tempting the baser desires of man with their witchcraft and dancing.

Oh, how he hated their dancing.

As he pondered the most recent Feast of Fools- curse that blasted gypsy witch- he noticed the end of a cloak retreating in a dark alley. He looked around quickly for his soldiers, ready to order them to chase the offending person down, but found none. He clenched his jaw in exasperation, kicking his horse so as to make this chase a swift one.

Frollo rounded the corner, swiftly coming upon the cloaked person. He moved Snowball in front of them, making the offender unable to make harsh contact with the large horse, and held the tip of his sword to them. He dismounted, keeping his eyes on the mysterious person.

"Lower your hood," he commanded. "Or else I shall throw you into the dungeons for the rest of your miserable life."

"See there, hate in this man's heart," an old womanly voice raised his sword higher, the tip touching just below her chin.

"Silence," he snapped.

"Most men believe from which he will never depart," she continued. Frollo saw her arms shuffle beneath her cloak, which made him press the sword harder upon her throat, just barely breaking the skin.

"Silence, I say! And remove your hood!"

"I cast this man from this time, so he may see how this world shines!" The old woman threw a dark powder in Frollo's face, making him step back and cover himself, but it was too late. When he was done coughing and rubbing his face, the woman was gone. He looked around swiftly, and started to run back toward the city, but he started to feel faint as he moved forward. He tried to beckon is horse, but no sound would come out. He started to see black fade in on the edge of his vision and he fell onto his back. He was helpless as darkness consumed him completely.

"I swear to God, if you don't get your ass up and out of my apartment, I will fucking kill you."

Frollo started to become aware of himself, his body feeling heavy and immovable, like it was made of lead. He groaned, putting a hand to his face as he tried to sit up.

"Oh now you decide to finally wake up." It sounded like a young woman's voice. A very displeased woman's voice. Frollo sat up fully and opened his eyes. He was met with the site of a large looking knife being pointed at his face. He looked up the handle of the knife, following the slender hands and arms to a thin pair of shoulders and a slim neck, which led to a young woman's face, which was full of fear and anger. What struck him the most were the eyes. Her eyes were the deepest shade of blue he had ever seen.

"Who are you?" she shakily demanded, the knife shaking in her hands. Frollo didn't answer, instead he was focused on her clothing. She wore a blouse with what seemed to have no sleeves. She wore trousers made of a blue material, which were littered with holes and tears.

"Hello?! Earth to intruder!" she said, her voice raising.

Frollo stood up said, "Put the knife down you silly girl. I'm Judge Claude Frollo, Minister of Justice in Paris."

"You fell pretty hard if you think we're still in Paris buddy," the woman said, still brandishing the knife at him. "You're in the United States."

"The United what?" Frollo asked, rubbing his forehead, trying to relive himself of the oncoming headache. "I've never heard of it. And why do you wear such revealing clothing? Have you lost all sense of decency?"

"Jesus Christ, man. What year do you think we're in?"

"The year of our Lord, 1482" he answered confidently. "And watch your tongue. Don't take the name of the Lord in vain.

"Man, you really are stupid. It's way past that year, buddy," she said, her knife lowering a bit. "You could just be playing dumb." She raised the knife up, more confident in her stance.

"Then enlighten me, girl," Frollo demanded haughtily. "What year is it then?"

"It's 2015," she replied. She moved to the window and threw back the curtains with her free hand, still pointing the knife at him. Past her window, cars flew by and people walked on the sidewalks below. She turned her face back to the judge, and whatever color he had left was gone.

"Oh Maria," he gasped, his eyes filled with horror. "Where am I?"

"You really don't know anything, do you?" the woman asked, suddenly looking concerned for him.

"I-" he started to speak, but his thoughts were buzzing around too much that he felt he couldn't express how terrified he was. "Help me," was all he managed to get out, before he fainted.

/Sorry for the short chapter. Let me know what you think!