Alex Drake was still recovering from the shock that Arthur Layton had given her earlier that day. He had taken her child. Her Molly. She hugged her daughter tightly, never wanting to let go once the bastard had released her. You see, they had a special bond; not just a mother and a daughter. They shared everything together. Alex would have gone insane by now if Molly wasn't in her life. Failed marriage; check. Failed motherhood; no way.
"Molls, Evan is right over there - he's taking you home tonight. I'll be on my way soon, I just have to finish up some reports." Alex sighed as she kissed her daughter's cheek then smiled at her as she pulled away.
"Oh mum, please be home soon! It's my birthday; you have to watch me blow out the candles!" Molly pouted as she took hold of her mother's hand, tugging on it gently.
Alex sighed softly. "Molly Drake, I mean what I said. Now please, I really have to go," she said again, then smiled almost in relief as she watched Evan White walking up to them.
"Hey Alex." He greeted her with a small smile, then greeted Molly as he wrapped a protective arm around her, causing her to giggle.
"Right, I'm off. I'll be home soon, I promise," Alex said again reassuringly as she started to head to her car, waving at her daughter and at her godfather.
Being a police officer wasn't easy for someone like her. She was a single mother - no one to protect her back. She was the only one to do the protecting job. Oh, and Evan. She almost forgot about him; she did at times. Sure, he was always there to help them with whatever they went through but at times he felt like a stranger to her. Alex decided to push back her thoughts as she started driving to head back to the station.
A gun clicked. "Stop. Now."
Alex's eyes shot up to look at the mirror, showing her who was sitting at the backseat of the car. She tried to stay calm and without a single word she pulled over. She held her breath for a while as she waited.
"Get out." And she did. She couldn't believe herself; how weak she was acting to all this.
Arthur Layton led her to some sort of dark alley. She stood before him with her hands up in the air.
"Please…whatever it is, I'm sure we will work this out…" She started calmly trying to work with her psychological tactics.
"You're staring at me…I hate it…stop staring at me!" He hissed as he kept pointing the gun at her.
"Alright, if that's what you want, I won't." She simply replied, looking away. "Arthur, you don't have to do th-"
But it was too late. He pulled the trigger and Alex Drake fell to the pavement.
"What the-?" Alex Drake started as her eyes shot open, blinking feverishly as she looked at her surroundings, barely knowing what had hit her. She tried to get up but she was wearing...
"A huge dress?" she asked herself as she looked at her clothing. "Oh my god…this is a joke…"
She gasped as she looked around. It was London still, wasn't it? But different. Oh, very different indeed. And her clothing? Also very different indeed. Tight lacing, corset? Oh, gosh. It made her chest feel exposed; not forgetting the very large skirt that accompanied it. She brought one of her hands up to touch her hair. It was curly but had some sort of up style.
"Oi, there! You shouldn't be out at this hour!" She heard someone almost yell at her. With a confused look on her face, Alex turned her head around towards where she heard the voice. "Go back to your ma," the old lady said as she walked closer to her.
"Come on, where do you live? Tell me now so I can take you," the woman ordered impatiently as she grabbed Alex's arm and dragged her with her.
"What year is this?" Alex whispered weakly, feeling somewhat dizzy as she walked.
"What are yer talkin' about, love?" the woman exclaimed. "It's 1817 of course! Where have you been? What have you been doing?"
And with that, Alex Drake collapsed again on the pavement.