"It sure is raining hard out there," a soft voice whispers as a young woman wipes off many of the many wooden tables in the room. The pit-a-patter as raindrops dance on the tin roof sounds throughout the room as people clean. The woman glances at the person stand against the bar as they took a sip from a glass in their hand. Their eyes glaze over when the lights seem to dim as lightning flashes outside. "You guys can just leave the rest to me and get home to your love ones."

"No way boss," the woman smiles as the person shakes their head. "I have to wait for my ride anyways."

"Sarah, I can give you a ride," a voice booms out from the kitchen.

"Sorry, Tom," Sarah brushes her blonde hair back in a swipe. "My dear husband is getting down with work early tonight."

"Haha, what you going to do? Go caught bad guys with him?" A man with blonde hair ties in a blue ribbon steps out of the kitchen with his coat his tan arms. His ocean blue eyes shine happily. "Au revoir, Perdita."

"Prends soin de toi," the person nods at Tom as he exits out the front door. "Good night all."

Sarah watches everyone quickly finishes their job and bows their head towards to Perdita before taking their coat and leaving. She sighs as Perdita begins to rearrange the drinks behind the bar humming softly.

"Why do you stay in New York then in your home state?" Sarah sits down on one of the stools before leaning against her hand as she watches her boss.

"It's safe for me to stay near one of my siblings than to disappear like I always do," Perdita answer as they froze. Walking over to the front window, they flip on the open sign to flash brightly. "Turn up the heat, guest is coming."

"Why are all the stores closed?" Feliciano cries as the rain pelts him. Glancing around, he notices he lost his way from the hotel where the Global meeting was happening. He reaches up to touch as his eye as he winces. His auburn hair was soaked as his suit was ripped open by the wind. Tripping over his own feet, he lands in a puddle. He begins to crawl up into a ball when light seem to break through the darkness. Glancing up, he notices a brick building with a sign swinging in the wind. It read Northern Bar and Rooms with snowflakes dancing around the lettering. It's open sign shine brightly seems to welcome him in. Quickly getting up, he pushes open the white, wooden door to a dark bar. It seems like no one was in as Feliciano walks to the bar. Laying his head down on the bar, he closes his eyes.

Shifting a bit, Feliciano notices he was in a bed with thick covers pulled up to his chin. He was in a long, white nightgown as he crawls out of bed. Looking around, he notices pictures of random people smiling in a bar. Placing his hand on one of the desks in the room, he felt his clothes. They were dry and folded nicely to some other clothes. Glancing up as the door creaks open, he watches a woman enter with a tray of soup and a warm compress. She was wearing an old fashion dress from the 1800s.

"Morning," the woman sets the tray down on the bedtable next to the bed. "Here, come lay down mister."

She takes his hand before he could reply to lead him back into bed. She hums softly as she takes his head and touches his right eyes lightly. Feliciano flinched slightly as she tsk at the color. She places the compress against his eye as she pulls out ace bandages as she wraps it. "That should take care of that black eye. Oops, forgot, my name is Sarah, and I work here."

"Grazie," Feliciano mumbles as he glances at her through his good eye. "When can I leave?"

"Umm," Sarah groans as she quickly stands up straight. "My boss doesn't want you to leave till they talk to you about...um.."

"About?" Feliciano freezes when he realizes all of his bruises were showing on his body. "Those aren't what they seem!"

"Well, let's get you feed!" Sarah quickly changes the topic as she brings the tray of soup to him. "Homemade Tuscan Soup made from the best cook in New York!"

Feliciano watches as Sarah explains how the soup is so delicious that many people come from all around to try the soup. She gestures to herself and all around the room as she chattered on about this being a bar that reacts the different times.

"Sarah, I believe you are going to drive him insane with your chatter." A man enters in Victorian men clothing with a thick book in his arms. His brunette hair was combed back as speckles were at the tip of his nose. "Perdita would like you to check in, so if you can sign here."

The man opens the book to a clean page with a feather pen hanging on a ribbon. Feliciano glances at the man then at the book. He quickly picks up the pen and sign Feliciano before it was slam shut and the man walks out quickly.

"Sorry about Nathan, he's always this grumpy since he hates the 1800 clothes we have to wear," Sarah sits down at the foot of the bed as she watches him eat slowly. "My husband is a cop, so if you are being, you know, he can help."

"I'm not, I just fall outside a couple of times." Feliciano lies quickly as he puts the bowl down. He quickly smiles as he tries to stand up. "I should get going and return to my meeting."

"Is someone missing you?" Sarah ask.

Feliciano froze at her question as he remembers why he was running from the hotel. He shook his head as he sits down heavily.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," Sarah look away as the door open again to a cloaked person soaking wet. "Morning boss, why are you so wet? Were you running errands again?"

The cloaked person shrugs as they glance at Feliciano before putting a suitcase down by the door. They turn quickly as they exit the room silently.

"That was my boss," Sarah sighs. "I think they like you."