Hey guys!

Here's another chapter continuing from the last one! Just as a fair warning, there's a lot of future induced awe that Henry experiences in this chapter with a bit of fear and a whole bunch of confusion. it was originally supposed to be two chapters but somehow it just ended up merging into one...so if it seems a bit long, that's the reason:) Also, thanks so much for all the favs, follows, and reviews! I was pleasantly surprised by the reaction to this story and it got me to brainstorming for the future...it may be getting a little crazy plot wise, haha. So I hope you enjoy poor Henry's confusion in this chapter and tell me what you think! :D


He gasped in a wild and desperate breathe of air as he was pushed to the surface and almost halfway out of the water.

He worked on breathing for a couple seconds, gulping in the air hungrily as if his lungs hadn't been used in a while and then fell into the familiar action of staying afloat.

The first thing that registered in his mind was that it was nighttime, then that the water was absolutely freezing, and finally that he must have been killed.

He couldn't recall anything about how he had died though which was strange. Usually he could remember all too well what would end his life, particularly how it was ended. But this time his memory was a complete black hole.

As he steadily treaded the water he noticed something else, the night was incredibly bright. Much brighter than when under the full moon…

He spun around in the water so that he could actually see his surroundings and what he saw made his jaw drop.

Surrounding him where enormous monument-like objects. They all had dozens upon dozens of bright light shining out of them in small sections and were so tall it seemed as if they were touching the sky.

Where am I?

He was still gaping up at the sheer size and quantity of what must be buildings when he realized that he couldn't feel his hands or his feet. In fact, his entire body was shaking so violently from the frigid temperature of the water he was in that he was surprised he was still able to move at all.

He had no idea where he was and what had happened, but he did know that he had to get out of the water quickly. Any longer and he would be at risk of frostbite. Tearing his eyes away from the awe-inducing sights, he spotted shore and began to swim for it, his mind reeling with questions.

How did he get here? Where was here?...how was he going to find clothes? The last thought occurred to him as his bare feet finally touched rocky sand and his obvious state of undress was brought to his attention.

He immediately began to feel more and more nervous as he cleared the water and was fully on land. It was so bright that anyone looking could see everything.

He longed for the familiar darkness he always had that would hide his body long enough to find clothes. But unfortunately here it was bright so he would just have to make do with it.

Feeling a little more determined, he squared his shoulders and began walking but soon slowed again.

Where would he go? He had no inkling of where he was and quite frankly he felt a little intimidated by the monstrous constructions that lay before him.

Just make do with it like always, he reminded himself again and began making his way for the hardened street set in his sights.

He sighed in relief when his bare feet finally left the rocky ground and reached the smooth street, realizing that it was made out of Portland cement. It was a rare material that wasn't seen often but here it was everywhere, he realized as he took in his surroundings with wide eyes.

All of a sudden, he was blinded by a bright light and lifted his hands to shield his face.

"Well, if it isn't Doctor Morgan…was wondering when we'd run into you again," a deep voice with a strange accent he had never heard before said.

There was a click and then the light vanished but was replaced with two sets of hands taking hold of both his arms.

At the rough touch, Henry's heart jumped. The last time he had been grabbed like this had not ended anywhere near well. "Wait! Where are you taking me?" he demanded, "unhand me!" he practically yelled when the two men didn't stop.

"Relax, doc. We're takin' you downtown, just like last time, remember?"

He most certainly did not remember, but didn't see much of a choice. He wouldn't be able to get far like this, especially since he had no idea where he would go.

so with a sigh, he swallowed his panic and let the two men who were dressed ridiculously lead him to wherever they were taking him. Besides, it's not like they had much reason to hold him...at this point, learning more about the mysterious place he was in would be his only advantage.

But after a few seconds, he realized that the two men had addressed him by name and title. How did they know him? Who were they?

At this point, he had so many questions and was so overwhelmed that by the time they walked him towards a gigantic metal…thing and directed for him to get inside it, he didn't even question it. He just climbed inside and closed his eyes tightly as the contraption began to move at speeds that were much faster than a carriage.


"Okay, Doc. Time to get out," that rough voice instructed him again.

Henry slowly released his death grip on the smooth leather of the seat and climbed out, his legs feeling shaky.

He looked around but everything was the same save for the added light from sunrise. If anything, now there were even more of the gigantic buildings and metal contraptions. "Where am I?" he asked one of the men as they began to bring him into one of the large buildings.

The man gave him a confused look, "Man, how much you had to drink, Doc? We're at your job."

Henry just nodded and tried not to look confused at the inside of the building. Everything just looked so…alien.

"Well, today's your lucky day, Doc. We're not gonna arrest you. Now we're under orders just to bring you straight to the Lieutenant to get a beating if we found you wandering around naked again."

Fear struck through his stomach at the man's words and he abruptly stopped in his tracks.

"Come on, it's not that bad," he was told with a laugh and even though he was struggling, they still managed to push him into the room.

Glancing around the room fearfully, his eyes immediately searched for anything that could be used to hurt him. The man said he was going to get beaten; there must be some kind of weapon in here; chains, knives…something? But all he was met with were books and finally turning around, it was then that he noticed a woman was seated behind a desk on the opposite side of the room, staring at him sternly. He relaxed slightly but not completely. He may not be able to see any weapons but with the look this woman was giving him, he had feeling that he should still be worried. He was just thankful he was wearing clothes—no matter how strange they were—so at least the lady didn't have to see him in his undressed state.

"Sit. Down," the lady commanded, her teeth clenched.

He did as he was told.

"I thought we agreed that there wouldn't be any more sleep walking. Or that you would at least wear pajamas," the women informed him.

Henry stared at her blankly, "I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about," he said but immediately regretted it as the woman looked at him as if her eyes alone could kill him.

"I do not want to hear anymore about this, do you understand?" every word was said with such force and power that it had Henry shaking in his seat.

"Yes, Madam. I do apologize," he quickly said.

She gave him a confused look and opened her mouth like she was going to say something else, but then seemed to think better of it.

"Just…dismissed."

"Thank you," he told her and with a slight bow, practically ran out of the room. He had never faced such a fearful woman in all his days!

Closing the door so as to cut himself off from her gaze, he faced a much larger room filled with people all milling around and talking at the same time. He looked around and barely noticed when his mouth fell open again. On every single table in the room sat squares with pictures on them…and some of the pictures were moving!

Henry ran a hand through his hair, tousling the strands a bit. He had to get out of here. He had no idea where he was and what was happening. Maybe if he just got out, he could find some time to think

Finding the doorway where he came in, he was about to make a hasty exit when the sound of his name being called stopped him in his tracks.

"Henry! There you are…I've been looking all over for you! Abe's been calling me every five minutes…"

He turned around to look at the woman that was talking to him, releasing a slow sigh. How did all these people know him when not even one of their faces was familiar to him?

But there was something different about this woman. She spoke to him differently than the others did. She used a softer tone; almost like she considered him as a friend of sorts.

He felt a faint hope rise…maybe she was the key to finally getting some of his questions answered.

The sound of his name being called again pulled him from his thoughts.

Looking up, he noticed she was staring at him with something that looked like worry on her face, her right eye squinting slightly.

"Are you okay, Henry?" she asked him laying a hand on his arm so gently that he couldn't help but look down at where she was touching him, a small curiosity brimming in his thoughts.

But then he came to his senses, he needed answers right now. "No, I am not alright," he ignored the look of surprise that came across her face and glanced around him, "is there some place we can speak? Privately?" he whispered, watching her eye him almost suspiciously.

"Yeah, we could go to your office…"

He smiled brightly at her, "Perfect!" but she continued to stare at him as if she were waiting for him to take the initiative…that wouldn't do. "Lead the way," he swept his hand in front of him, trying not to point his hand in any direction in particular.

Finally she gave one small huff and led him in the direction of what looked like two slabs of metal pushed together to form a barrier in the wall. When she got close enough, he saw her push a small button on the wall that lit up just from her touch.

He couldn't help but stare at the light in amazement…how did the piece of material that had no flame in it so far as he could tell give off light?

Wherever he was, he couldn't help but think that it was amazing.

His amazement grew when the two metal barriers opened to reveal a small room no bigger than a broom closet. His companion walked in like she was taking a stroll through the park and stood around, facing him.

After a second in which he did nothing but stare at the women wondering what in the world she was doing, she gave him a look, eyes wide.

"Come on, Henry!" she said sounding annoyed now.

He hesitantly put one foot in the metal closet…he definitely did not want to barricade himself in this small space but the longer he took, the more annoyed the woman started to look and then finally the contraption began to make an unpleasant shrilling noise that hurt his ears. So gathering his courage, he took a deep breath and jumped in.

He gasped loudly when the whole thing lurched and he lost his balance slightly, arms flailing. The women just sighed and grabbed his arm to steady him, pulling him so that he was facing the same direction that she was facing.

He distinctly heard her mumble something close to 'what I put up with' as she pushed another button on the metal wall and he was left to watch as the metal doors slowly closed, all the while resisting the urge to run forward and bang on the doors as his view of the busy room slowly disappeared behind the metal barrier.

When the room began to move he couldn't help but jump in surprise.

"What's happening?" he murmured to the woman next to him. It felt as if his stomach was quickly rising up his chest.

She gave him an exasperated look, "It's taking us down, Henry…why are you acting so weird?"

Just as she asked the last question, the metal doors slid open with a ping to reveal a new room and he sighed in relief to get out of the small box.

"I'll tell you when we enter the privacy of my office, care to lead the way?" he asked her again, doing his best to mask his nervousness with a charming smile as she sighed and walked ahead of him.

As they walked across the room, the woman greeted various people working on what appeared to be dead corpses.

Henry's eyes widened when he saw all of the bodies that were cut open on tables and he tried not to stare. He had no idea what they were doing to them but whatever it was, it was something he had never seen before.

He kept his eyes firmly trained forward. The more time he spent in this strange building, the more he wanted nothing else but to escape it.

"Hey, Lucas," she greeted one remarkably tall young man who looked up at her with a bright smile.

"Hi, Detective," he greeted cheerfully then looked at him with the same smile, "Henry! I mean Doctor Morgan, had a good morning?"

"Yes fine, thanks" he replied as politely as he could manage, doing his best to hide the confusion he felt.

Ignoring the strange look he got from the man (who honestly looked closer to a boy) named Lucas, they finally walked into a room with a large desk centered near the far wall and the woman closed the door behind him.

Henry took in the room—his room—with curious eyes. Everything was all neat and tidy and with a quick glance at the book case filled to the brink with medical books and a few novels and he knew…this room was his. It had an air about it that just felt familiar and right to him. He sensed eyes on him and turned around to face the woman who now held a fierce determination in her eyes, her arms folded over her chest.

"Okay, now tell me what's going on."

Henry took a deep breath to steady himself. God, he hoped she wouldn't think he was crazy by the end of this.

"Well, might as well start at the beginning," he murmured more to himself than anything but still looked up to meet the woman's eyes, determined to solve this mystery that all of a sudden had appeared in his life, "where am I?"

"I just told you, we're in your office—"

"No I mean what state," he cut her off abruptly and she stared at him, eyebrows furrowing.

"New York…but how can you not know that?"

"New York?" he murmured to himself, eyes growing wide with shock, "do you mean to tell me that we are in the United States right now?"

She opened and closed her mouth a few times as if she wanted to say something but couldn't form the words. Finally she seemed to settle on what to say, "Okay, you need to start from the very beginning. What happened to you last night?"

He turned away from her and raised his hands in a fit of frustration, "I don't know! I can't remember anything past early this morning!"

"Well, then we have to get you to a doctor! You may have some sort of head trauma or something-"

"No!" he interrupted her, whipping around and making her jump with the amount of emotion that was making his voice tremble, "no doctors! Promise me!"

Henry waited until she slowly nodded her agreement, "What's the last place you remember being in then?"

"I was in London," he said hesitantly. He wasn't sure how much to say but he needed help from someone, "what year is it?" he asked all of a sudden, wondering why he hadn't thought to ask earlier.

"2015, is this not the year you remember being in London at?" she asked quietly.

Henry felt something twist in his stomach and before he could stop them, the words were tumbling out of his mouth, "The year was 1816…"


Yup, there it is. I hope Henry doesn't seem too out of character. I figured since he technically isn't the Henry from 2015 that he would be a little different in his actions and confidence and stuff. Also, as I mentioned earlier, this chapter was mainly focused on how Henry is viewing and reacting to the modern stuff. The next chapter will focus a bit more on plot moving stuff.

Thanks so much for reading and please drop me a review. Any and all advice/thoughts is greatly appreciated! :D