Shaking. Something was shaking him. Pulling on his robes and trying to lift him.

"Come on," he heard faintly. "Let's at least get you off the floor." Frollo held back a groan. Who was trying to lift him? Was it one of his servants?

"Come on C-Claude? Oh what's his stupid name?"

The girl! His morning encounter flooded his mind quickly, making his head swim. He started to sit up again, feeling her hands supporting his back from behind.

He opened his eyes and looked at her, noticing that her weapon of choice was nowhere to be found. He met her gaze evenly, seeing her eyes filled with concern and trepidation. Frollo was startled at himself finding this strange girl somewhat pretty.

"I'm fine you insolent girl," he said harshly, a twinge of guilt went through him at the sight of her hurt features. He shook himself mentally and began to stand, only to be stopped short by the woman.

"Easy there, man. You've been in an out of consciousness for a while now," she explained, her hands hovering around him. She motioned to a cushioned chair behind him, and he sat down gratefully, his back muscles crying out in relief.

"Now," she said, standing in front of him, her arms crossed. "You say you're from the 15th century-"

"And you say it's now much farther than my time," he interrupted. He was shot a glare from her blue eyes and he took the hint.

"It is!" she argued. "If you're from France, why is it you speak perfect English?" she asked haughtily.

It was a test of his authenticity, but truth be told, he had no idea. He spoke how he normally did, in French. He shook his head. "I have no idea," he explained. "May I ask you how you found me here?" He raised a brow, trying to keep his emotions at bay, for the sake of not scaring the girl. She seemed to be trying to figure this peculiar situation out as much as he was, and he was grateful for the help.

She nodded, hesitantly taking a step back from him towards the adjoining chair, where she sat, keeping her eyes on his. "I came downstairs, and you were just lying on my floor. I was scared initially, which is why I grabbed my knife, but after closer inspection, there was no sign of forced entry or anything. You just seemed to appear out of thin air. I don't know how. I tried waking you, and of course, I still don't trust you, nor do I fully believe you, but you wouldn't wake for a while. When you came to, well, you know…" she trailed off.

Frollo paid close attention to her words, nodding and making noises of acknowledgement. "This is strange," he said. He then went on to explain the events that happened to him prior to waking up in this girl's home.

"So you don't like gypsies?" she questioned. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. That was not the point of him explaining what had happened with the old woman.

He raised a brow, looking at her with no emotion behind his eyes. "I do not care for them. They tempt the baser desires of sin, and most men fail the tests which are thrust before them." At his words, he tried not to picture the dancing gypsy's hips.

"You know, the word gypsy hasn't been used in a long time," she said. "But with your prejudice ways, you're going to have a hard time adjusting here."

"So you believe me?" he asked, hope lacing his voice. He knew he wouldn't last out there, in what looked to be a very confusing world.

She shook her head slowly, looking to the side, as she said, "Not quite. You don't seem to be lying; your body language and eyes give that away clearly." Frollo felt invaded a bit at her statement.

"But I don't understand why the old woman would do that. We don't even know if she was Romani to begin with," she went on to explain, surprising Frollo. She was right. He had no idea.

"She had to be," he argued, his hands clutching the arms of the chair tightly. "She cursed me here. Her dark magic sending me to this vile place."

"I resent that," the woman said, annoyed. "I worked hard on this apartment."

"That's beside the point," Frollo said, waving his hand in dismissal. He looked at her, inspecting her more closely. Her dark red hair was pulled back, her bangs framing her slim, pale face. She held herself with an air of confidence he knew she didn't have. Though her clothing was strange, and revealing, it complemented her. He contemplated his predicament, and resigned himself to asking her for her help once again.

"How can I prove to you that I'm telling the truth?" he asked.

"Oh that will be explained soon enough," she said. A loud, two toned noise rang throughout the room, startling him. He watched with wide eyes as the woman walked to a door, and a dark skinned man stepped through. Before Frollo could say anything he heard the man greet the woman kindly and kiss her on the cheek.

The dark man's eyes landed on the minister. "And who is this grey fox?" the man asked. Frollo didn't know how to feel. Anger at being addressed by someone lower than him in such a manner, or the fact that a black man was very familiar with a white woman? The woman laughed, the sound of it shaking Frollo to his very core.

"This is Judge Claude Frollo, Jean. From Paris, France," she explained, gesturing to the stunned man in question. "He claims he's from 1480- something."

"Eighty-two," he corrected softly.

"I believe he might be telling the truth," she said, her eyes on him carefully.

"If you of all people think that, then it must be true," the dark man said sarcastically.

"Look Jean," she said. Frollo couldn't hide his emotions. All of this was too much to handle in such a short time.

"Oh shit," he heard. "I think you may be right. Chisty, what do you think we should do?"

Before she could answer, Frollo stood up quickly. "Please," he said, his voice laced with desperation. "Help me. I can prove I'm telling the truth. I can't survive out there." He pointed to the window, the curtains already closed over it. "Teach me. Tell me why a black man can be friends with a white woman. What's changed in the last six hundred years?" Chrisy's and Jean's eyes were wide at his statement.

His heart was hammering in his chest, praying to God that at least she would help him. He nearly cried in relief when she nodded her consent, saying, "You better not be lying."

/Hey guys! I reuploaded the first chapter and uploaded the second for you. I woke up and saw all of my late night typos. So yeah. Reviews are greatly appreciated!