"Yesterday… all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they're here to stay… oh I believe. In yesterday…" her fingers moved so perfectly on across the strings and she got a tingly feeling. One she had gotten before.

She opened up her eyes suddenly, and gasped to see she was in a park, with snow everywhere during the night. It was a place she'd never been before, and it didn't even seem like she was in the same country anymore. A older man walked by and she rubbed her hands over her upper arms, trying to warm them up,

"Excuse me mister. Could you tell me where I am?"

"Why, you're in Liverpool! How come you don't know where you are little miss?" The man's voice was thick with a British accent and Audrey felt a twang of fear flash down her spine. Britain?! She was in a different country now… and the time?

"I just… I'm very confused at the moment. Could you also tell me the time? And the date?"

"Why, it's Friday, December 4th, 1964. And it's eleven o'clock pm right now as of this time… shouldn't you be at home right now?" The man looked concerned for her safety and she nodded her head, "Thank you… and I should. But I'm afraid home is too far away at the moment for me to go there."

"Well… I own a motel not too far away from here. You can stay there if you like… and do you have a job? I need a new waitress anyhow. You can work and live at the inn and I'll pay ya, for working for me." The mans words were unbelievable to her. And then she thought to herself, Oh, it's the sixties. It's a different time. People weren't so mean back then. I mean now...

"Really? That would be just lovely! Thank you! Thank you so much!" Audrey still couldn't believe her ears. The man took off one of his coats and handed it over to her, "Here. Wear this. You'll catch a deathly cold out in this weather without a jacket."

"Thank you." She took the jacket and put it on, warming up immediately with a sigh, "I really can't thank you enough."

"Don't worry about a thing. I can tell, you aren't from around here. But it's alright." The old man knew something was up with her. And that's because usually when she traveled to another point in time she stuck out like a sore thumb.