"Hi," another familiar voice interrupted Brydie's train of thought as she looked up to see Thomas Magnum standing above her. "Are you a guest of Higgins?" he asked, offering his hand.

Brydie reached out and shook his hand, while shaking her head, "No, somehow I got here from 2018. I got into a red ferrari, like the one you drive, and then I was here," she replied.

Magnum raised an eyebrow, "I mean, crazy things to happen, but that seems really far fetched," he answered, "But, if you don't want Higgins to commit you and allow me time to figure this out with you, then you need to say you bumped your head and don't remember anything," he gave her advice.

Brydie nodded, "I appreciate that idea, and that you didn't think I was crazy right off the bat. My name is Brydie Walsh," she introduced herself, adding, "I don't know how you'll find me though because that name doesn't exist yet," she lamented.

Thomas nodded, "I forgot to introduce myself," he smiled, "Thomas Magnum, and I will help you," he stopped, hearing Higgins' voice coming back to the den and disappeared, offering Brydie a wink on his way out.

Higgins sat a tray with tea on the table in front of her, "You've had a few minutes to calm down. Do you know how you got here?" he asked, his voice tender now, realizing she wasn't a threat.

Brydie shrugged, "I only know my name," she embellished, "I'm so sorry for how I acted outside. I must have heard about you since I've been on the island, but I don't know why I'm here or if I have a place to go," she explained, speaking softly to better sell her story.

"I am quite sorry for your situation," Higgins answered, "Would you like to stay here? Perhaps, I may be able to help you find your way home."

Brydie smiled, reaching out and placing her hand on his, the touch sending a shiver down her spine. 'This must be a dream,' she thought. She replied, "I wouldn't want to be any trouble."

Higgins shook his head, "You would not be any trouble at all. I would like you to stay," he repeated, "You can not be out in the streets, alone, with no idea where you belong. I won't allow it," looking down at her hand, still atop his, feeling something he hadn't in some time.

"If you insist," she agreed, "I can sleep on the couch, or anywhere that's not in the way," she took a sip of her tea, noting it tasted nothing like what she was used to, better.

Higgins turned over his hand, wrapping his fingers around her hand, "I will give you the bedroom next to mine, in case there is anything you need. Are you hungry?" he asked, changing the subject slightly, worried about how his words may come across. He didn't want this girl to think he would take advantage of her.

Brydie shook her head, "I think I've eaten recently," she looked out the window, "It's getting dark, do you mind showing me my room? I am actually really tired," she admitted.

"Of course," he stood, still holding her hand, realizing it and letting hers go, "Follow me," he said, softly.

She nodded, wishing he hadn't let her hand go, he was comforting when she was overwhelmed anytime she though about what was going on around her. He lead her up the stairs, down the hall, stopping at a door on the left side of the hall.

Higgins opened it, "This is you room. Everything you need should be in here, already, but if you find that isn't the case, just come to my door," he pointed to the next room, "It's right there."

"Thank you, Mr. Higgins," she said, gratefully stepping into the room, more then ready to lay down and crash, wondering if she'd still be here when she woke.

Higgins' lips curled into a gentle smile, "Of course, is there anything you need before I leave you to your privacy?"

Brydie shook her head, "No, you have been absolutely wonderful," she paused and had a thought, "Do you think Zeus and Apollo would stay in here with me?"

Higgins looked surprised, but called to the dogs. They bounded up the stairs, stopping and sitting once they reached Higgins. Brydie smiled at the two dobermans, "Would you two like to come sleep with me?" she asked, a bright smile on her face.

Higgins watched, shocked, as his dogs followed Brydie into her room, hopping on the bed waiting for her to join them.