A/N I don't own these characters.
Prologue
The storm that had been raging all night long culminated in an almighty boom that woke Mrs. Hughes from a lovely dream. Sighing, she rolled onto her side and tried to go back to sleep in spite of the lightning flashing periodically through her bedroom window.
It was then that she noticed that the light in her bedroom was wrong. It was coming from the right of her bed instead of the left. Opening her eyes she saw that her wardrobe was on the wrong side of the room as well. Rolling over she saw a writing table where her dressing table should be and sat up quickly in shock. Where in the world was she?
She threw the blankets off of her legs and noticed for the first time that she wasn't in her nightgown. Looking closely she recognized that she was in pajamas—men's pajamas—which should have engulfed her but did not. She rubbed her eyes hoping this was all a dream but froze when she felt her face. Her nose was huge! Blinking she looked more closely at the hands that were not hers but that she would recognize anywhere.
Breathing heavily she leapt from the bed toward the wardrobe hoping to find a mirror of some sort. Finally finding one she sat on the bed and steeled herself for what she would see. She turned it over slowly and peered at her reflection.
"Oh my God!" boomed Mr. Carson's voice with Mrs. Hughes' Scottish brogue.