Three days.

She had been in London for three days.

Sleeping like a vagrant on the streets, which, in a way, she was. She had fifteen American dollars in her pocket which were worth around ten pounds. She had ten pounds to her name plus the clothes on her back.

Hayden was lucky she had found a coat the first day and was able to dry it out at a laundromat without being caught.

She was also lucky that she could sing because that had gotten her a few extra pounds on the second and third days. She was becoming less and less convinced that she was dreaming and more convinced that she /had/ been dreaming. That her life in America had been a dream to help her escape reality.

But that may have been the lack of sleep talking. Hayden had gotten maybe three hours of sleep in the few days she had been there. She was usually moving from place to place, walking from park to park and square to square, hoping that she'd find something out.

She'd stopped at the library for a few hours earlier that day to find out that it was February Fifteenth, two thousand and ten. Of the fifteenth of February two thousand and ten, because she was in London and the Brits were odd.

She'd almost got hit by a car near Piccadilly because she forgot that they drove on the left side of the road in the U.K. She'd stepped in front of a taxi and a young man with sandy blonde hair had pulled her back.

"Careful, love," The man had said, "we do things differently here."

Hayden had just nodded before walking away, keeping her head down.

Now Hayden was in Hyde park, reading the Evening Standard as she sat on a bench. She was looking at the local news when a movement caught her eye.

She looked up to see an older man leaning on a cane, walking next to a man about the same age wearing glasses. The first man looked put out by something while the second one looked thoughtful. Hayden had a weird deja vu moment but shook it off. There was no way she could have experienced this before.

She shook her head and folded up the paper before heading off in the opposite direction of the two men, in search of a good place to perform for the day.