One moment, Amelia is at home, asleep in her own bed. The next, she finds herself in a strange room with two of her friends and two of her daughters. The elder of her daughters, a fiery girl with long, dirty blonde hair, was currently glaring at her. Her pale brunette friend looked just as confused as she did. Her other friend, a darker skinned, black haired woman, was just staring wide eyed around the room. In the brunettes arms was her infant daughter, Maxine. "Where on Earth are we, Mother?" "How am I suppose to know that, Margarita?" "I told you a thousand times to just call me Maggie or Rita." Amelia couldn't help but grin. "Heh. I know. But your annoyed face is pretty funny." She let out a laugh, causing the other two women in the room to giggle.
The pale brunette waved a finger at Amelia with a small grin. "Amelia, mon petit ange, you can tease the girl after we figure out where we are." "Adrienne is right, Amelia." Amelia sighed and nodded. "I guess you're both right, Maria. Hm..." Suddenly, Margarita covered Amelia's mouth. Amelia immediately pouted before Margarita hissed for her to shush. "Shhh, Mother. I think hear voices." "I do to." "She's right, Amelia." The women looked at each other before approaching the door and pressing their ears to it.
In a whisper, Amelia was the first to speak. "She's actually right." "What do we do?" Adrienne and Maria both frowned. Amelia took a few moments to think of something. "Someone's gotta go out there. I do not volunteer as tribute." "Amelia!" Adrienne whisper shouted. "Now is not the time for references." "I joke when things get tense. You know this!" "I'm with Amelia. I don't wanna go out there either." Margarita growled before grabbing the door handle. "I'll do it, you big chickens." Amelia immediately frowned. "Be careful." Adrienne, Maria and Amelia moved to where they were out of sight before signalling to Margarita to open the door. Taking a deep breath, an admittedly nervous Margarita pulled the door open. What she saw before her made her gasp. "Mama, come take a look at this." "...Is it really that bad enough you're calling me "mama" ?" "Just come take a look!" "Alright, alright!" Amelia sighed and shifted over to see what was so darn surprising. "Maria?" Amelia's voice came in a quiet whisper. "Yes Amelia?" "Catch me." "What-" Maria barely had any time to react before Amelia fell over with a loud thud. Maria bit her lip as she and the other two women shared glances. The voices outside grew silent overtime and before they knew it, footsteps quickly approached the room. Backing up as the door swung open, no one could believe what they saw. In front of them stood several confused men. One stood out amongst them, the one and only, Alexander Hamilton.