Prologue
Once upon a time there was a very special nanny with a very special bag. This bag, from the outside, seemed to be a very common carpenter bag with a tweed design, leather handles and detailing and bronze fixtures. Sensible but not showy. Big but not overly so. The type of bag you would carry if you were a traveling salesman or on a long weekend. Practical, durable and always sensible. But this was no common bag!
The inside of this back was quite a bit bigger. Along with carrying all the normal supplies a nanny would need, it also was her main source of transportation. As you would expect from something bigger on the inside it had the special ability to travel through time. Which is where the story starts.
Today was like any other day. The Nanny got up in the morning, ate breakfast and decided where and when to go for the the day. Hopping into her traveling bag she went to her clothing rooms and looked through the different planet and different time period clothing she had to choose from. It was important to fit in and go as unnoticed as possible which is easier done for men then it is for a women. Men can wear one suit in several different time periods and still be seen as appropriate, if not a bit odd. Women had to be more careful. Luckily for the Nanny she had collected a vast collection of outfits and had a comprehensive knowledge of fashion throughout all of time and space. Also she had some technological help since all her clothing where masked to fit in. Most of her kind relied upon that to get by but the Nanny preferred to get a little more authentic. Watching people live may be interesting but by putting on their clothes, in some little way, you get to understand what it was like to be part of their society. The trick was not participating.
This was a holiday that had been planned out for weeks. She was going to go to her favorite island on her favorite planet to have some fun. She plotted her corse. Adjusted the controls for autopilot and sat back and began reading. Then the beeping started.
"Oh we're already there, boy?" Said the Nanny looking at her instruments. Not exactly. Something was off.
Suddenly what had been a smooth ride became bumpy. Putting her book down in her chair Mary went to the control panel, turned off the autopilot and began a force landing. The lights dimmed and the warm red glow of the warning lights lit the room. The winds roared around the room as it shook.
"That's a strong eastern wind." Said the Nanny.
The Room shook, the book on the chair flying across the room.
"I guess I can take a pit stop." Said the Nanny. "Lets see. When are we?"
In bright red letter the control board read:
17 Cherry Tree Lane, London
1934
"Better change my clothes."