1973
She didn't know how long she'd been unconscious for, but as Emily's eyes began to flutter open, everything seemed blurry around her and she could hear people's voices, talking around her, one of them she recognised was her next door neighbour, Mrs. Kurtis.
"Emily, can you hear me, Emily, talk to me sweetheart" She heard Mrs. Kurtis say before she heard a second voice.
"This girl has suffered a nasty blow to the head, we need to get her to the hospital right away." She could hear their voices, but couldn't see them, talking above her and she heard Mrs. Kurtis's voice again.
"I looked in this morning and I found laying there on the floor, not moving. I think her mother did this to her, she's been using the poor child as a punchbag, but this has gone far enough." Emily squeezed her eyes tight and then opened them again, her vision much clearer but she could not see Mrs Kurtis or whoever else was talking standing over her. Rubbing her eyes, Emily slowly sat up to see that she was still in the same flat, but it looked different as to what it was before she was knocked unconscious. There was a bed at the other end of the room, a TV which looked really old and on top of that, everything looked old and Emily couldn't understand as to how the flat had suddenly changed and she began to wonder if her mother decided to redecorate the flat while she was lying unconscious on the floor or was this just some kind of hallucination from the blow to the head. Emily shut her eyes again and opened them, thinking that the flat would be back to how it was before, but it still stayed the same and Emily was growing more confused, what was going on and where was her mother. Just then, she heard someone in the bathroom and thinking it was her mother, Emily got down on her hands and knees, crawled underneath the bed and looked to see not her mother, but a man who looked to be about in his early thirties wearing a dark blue polo shirt, a leather Jacket and some dark red trousers and Emily was growing more confused, who was this man, where did her come from. The little girl watched as he walked to wards the bed, his feet standing right in front of her face and she noticed that he wasn't wearing any shoes, they were under the bed and Emily knew that he would be going to look under the bed to get his shoes and then see her hiding there so she curled up into a ball and covered her eyes beginning to wonder if her mother had bought him home from the pub last night and it wasn't long before she realized that she had been discovered.
"Hey, how did you get in here?" Shaking now, Emily removed her hands from her eyes to see the strange man looking right at her.
"I was already here" she replied. The man gave her a confused look and asked her what she meant by the fact she was already there.
"Listen, why don't you come out from under there and explain" he suggested, attempting to coax the scared girl out from under the bed. After a few minutes, Emily finally crawled out from under the bed, sat on it and the man crouched down in front of her.
"OK, do you remember how you got in here?" he asked her.
"Well I was already in this flat, but it looked different to what it does now and I was here by myself until my mummy walked in and she was drunk" Emily explained.
"Go on, what happened next?" the man asked her.
"She got really angry, she started shouting at me, blaming me for the fire that killed my daddy and then she started hitting me. I begged her to stop but she wouldn't, she just kept on doing it and then she dragged me up from the floor and pushed me into the fireplace, the next thing, I'm waking up and the flat looks different" she explained before noticing the date on the calender "hang on, why does it say 1973 on the calender?"
"Because that's the year" the man replied. Emily gasped and got even more scared, she was confused now, really confused.
"I don't get it, it's supposed to be 2006, not 1973" she said before turning to the man "I know this sounds really weird, but I haven't been born yet, it's impossible for me to be here." the man then looked at Emily, like he had just realized something.
"I need to ask you a question if that's OK?" he asked her. Emily nodded and said he could ask her a question.
"What year where you born?" he asked. Emily took a deep breath and told him that she was born on September 22nd 1995.
"OK and you said it was 2006 before you woke up here" he said "oh my god, I'm not the only one."
"Are you saying that you're from the future too?" Emily asked "what happened to you, how did you get here?"
"I got hit by a car" he replied.
"Ouch" Emily replied. The man then sat next to her on the bed and asked her what her name was.
"Emily Parker" she replied "what's you name because I'll feel more comfortable talking to you if I knew who you where."
"OK, I'm Sam Tyler and I'm a police officer, so you don't have to feel worried about telling me anything k" he reassured her. Emily nodded and Sam asked her how long her mother had been physically abusing her for.
"Since my daddy died, when I was seven" Emily said "I wanted to tell somebody but I was too scared."
"Why was you scared of telling some one?" he asked her.
"I was scared of what she might do if she found out that I ratted on her" Emily replied "it got worse as I got older though, when my daddy first died, she got really depressed and started drinking a lot, ignoring me but it wasn't until a month after when she started hitting me and then leaving me on my own every night while she went to the pub and sometimes not come back until the morning after. I think this time, she's gone to far and I could either be in some sort of a coma, gone back in time or none of this isn't real."
"That's the same thing I said when I first arrived here" Sam replied. Emily then gave him a confused look and asked him how she could be here in 1973, when she hasn't even been born yet.
"I don't know, but you're not alone in this OK" he reassured her.
"Where am I going to go?" she asked "my mummy hasn't even been born yet or my daddy."
"You can stay here with me" Sam told her "because, were both from 2006 and were both stuck in this different time zone and besides, I don't want to see a little girl out on the streets."
"Thanks" Emily replied "I won't be any trouble, you won't even notice I'm here." Sam smiled at her and then looked at the clock, realising that he was late.
"Do you have to go into work?" Emily asked "do you have to put all those bad people in prison?"
"Yes" he replied "damn, I can't leave you here on your own, guess you'll have to come with me." Emily nodded and got up off the bed, that's was when she first realized that her clothes had changed. Before, she was wearing pyjamas and now she was wearing a yellow turtle neck sweater, a red overall dress, some blue knee length socks and red Mary Jane shoes.
"What are you going to tell them?" Emily asked "about me?"
"I'll tell them, you're my niece or something because they won't believe me if I told them you're from 2006 and you came here from a blow to the head" Sam explained. Emily nodded and thought that was a good idea.
When they arrived at the station, Emily was nervous and she clung onto Sam's arm as they entered his office where they were greeted by someone who appeared to be a giant to Emily.
"Tyler, where the bloody hell have you been, you're an hour late" the other man boomed before he noticed Emily clinging onto Sam's arm "and since when did this station become a creche?"
"Sorry, this is Emily my niece" Sam replied "she's moving in with me because her mother was arrested for assault."
"Doesn't say much does she" said the other man.
"She's shy" Sam replied "and I think she's scared of you." He then turned to Emily and introduced the man in front of her.
"Emily, this is DCI Gene Hunt" Sam told Emily "don't worry, he doesn't bite, much."
"Oh charming" said Gene "next you'll probably tell her that I'm the boogie monster or something." Sam simply grinned in response and looked at Emily who was stood, looking around, observing this new world that seemed really strange to her, had all become too much for her to handle and she fainted on the spot.
