"I want my Elizabeth!" She began to sob hysterically.
Henry embraced her and patted her back. "There, there. You'll see her again soon, I promise, but we have to make sure that you're really all right before you can go back home."
"But I feel just fine!" she insisted.
Henry smiled and shook his head. "Anne, you didn't even remember who I am until I told you."
"But I remember Elizabeth! I demand to be allowed to see my daughter right now!"
Henry laughed. "I'm afraid it doesn't work quite like that. The doctor has to release you before you can go back home."
"Release me from what?"
"He has to say that it's all right for you to go home before I can take you there."
"Then I demand to see this doctor right away!"
Henry disappeared and returned a few minutes later with another man. The other man wore a long white coat and had a peculiar-looking instrument around his neck.
"I see we're awake," he said to Anne. "How do we feel?"
Anne, insulted by his condescending manner, just glared at him. Not discouraged in the least, the doctor performed a cursory exam on her. "Everything seems to be fine, physically." He looked straight into Anne's eyes. "Can you tell me what day it is?"
"Why, it's the nineteenth of May, of course!"
The man nodded. "What year?"
"The year of our Lord fifteen thirty-six!" Why all the questions?
The doctor exchanged a meaningful glance with Henry, then turned back to Anne. "Why don't you tell me why you believe it's fifteen thirty-six."
"I know that it is!" What in the world was wrong with this man?
The doctor left and returned a short time later with another man who was dressed very similarly except without the white coat.
"Hello," he said pleasantly. "So this is fifteen thirty-six, is it?"
"Of course! Why do you people persist in asking me all these inane questions?"
The man took an object from his shirt pocket and handed it to Anne. It was long and slender, and black in color. It was about the size and shape of a small stick but was made of a strange material.
"Can you tell me what this is, and show me how it's used?"
Anne slowly turned the object around in her hands for a minute or so, then shook her head and handed it back to the man.
"Have you ever seen one of these before?" The man indicated the strange instrument around the doctor's neck. Anne shook her head. The man asked her to indentify several more random objects, none of which she was familiar with in the slightest. At last he sighed deeply. "It appears that we do have a problem," he said.
"The only problem is that I want to go home to my baby, yet you persist in keeping me here against my will and showing me unworldly objects and asking absurd questions!" Tears of frustration filled Anne's eyes. Henry came to her and tried to put a comforting arm around her, but she pushed him away.
"If you truly are my husband Henry VIII, then this is all your doing! It was you who sentenced me to death! I wouldn't be in this strange place if not for you!"
"Henry VIII?" Henry was taken aback. "Wait a minute...say, wasn't he that fellow who had all his wives decapitated because none of them could give him a son?"
Tears streamed down Anne's cheeks as she shook her head. "Only me," she said quietly.
