The anomaly led to the bottom of a large staircase. Matt turned on the light and headed up the stairs. He moved quickly, slowly, up them. He heard the sound of water dropping from above. Matt looked on the banister. It wasn't water dripping onto the banister.

He reached the top of the stairs and turned the corner. He followed the corridor to another staircase, leading down. Matt descended quickly. At the bottom hung an era overcoat. Matt grabbed the coat and pulled it over him. He concealed his EMD within his coat. Matt turned toward the door. He walked out the door into the old Victorian air.

Vendors and shop keepers lined the streets with their good, hoping to sell them. Matt looked around, trying to appear inconspicuous. He spotted Old Ben across the river, looking extremely different from the present. Matt caught the eye of an older man. The man watched Matt closely as he passed. Matt watched the man until he turned from him.

Suddenly a sharp his and human cry came from behind, Matt spun around and raced back into the building. He moved through to the back of the building. He moved slowly, watching for the creature. His light scanned over the Victorian tools as he moved through the halls. The hall opened to a room filled with hay. Matt slowly entered. He moved around the bails, toward the back of the room. His light fell over a bloodied pile. Matt knelt down beside it and touched the hay. The blood was fresh with the corpse of its kill within it.

Matt sighed deeply. Another victim he'd failed to save. He looked up from the hay. He caught sight of something in the dark. He shined his light over it. Several meters to his left, lay a stuffed Pterodactyl in a pile of hay. Matt moved to the animal and picked it up.

"Lydi." Matt whispered.

Something moved behind him. Matt turned quickly. He pocketed the stuffed animal and moved back down the hall. He moved carefully, watching for the creature and Lydia. He turned the corner, moving.

Then a low hiss caught his attention. Matt turned back around the corner and moved into the other one. Just at the end of the corridor was the raptor. Its back was to him, eating something on the ground. Matt charged his EMD and headed toward the raptor.

Suddenly a cloaked figure came around the corner into Matt's line of fire. Matt pulled his gun to the left, released his shot. The shot hit a pile crate, sending them to the floor. The raptor raced off down the corridor with the cloaked figure chasing after it.

Matt lowered his weapon. "Hey!" He ran down the corridor after the figure. He had to stop them before they became the next victim.

Matt came around the corner, just as the figure reached the next archway. "Hey!"

The figure stopped and turned to him. They were dressed in a long black cloak. A black hood and leather masked covered their face.

"You need to get out of here." He said. "I mean it."

The figure reached up and removed their mask and hood. The light of the EMD illuminated a young face of a woman. Curls of brown hair fell around her soft face. Dark brown eyes started back at Matt. Matt felt his heart stop. His EMD slowly lowered in his hands.

"Emily." Matt gasped. He walked toward her. "What are you doing here?"

Emily took a deep breath. "I live here. What are you doing here?"

"We put a raptor back through by mistake." Matt explained.

"That wasn't very clever was it?" Emily asked.

Matt smirked. "Not one of my finest moments no."

"Let's go." Emily said. She turned and headed through the halls.

"The original anomaly the raptor came through, have you seen it?" Mat asked.

"I searched but it must have closed." She reached onto her hip and withdrew a massive blade.

"Whoa." Matt called stopping.

Emily turned to face him.

Matt took the moment to look Emily over. She was dressed in a dark blouse and corset. Black boots and tight trousers accompanied her apparel. Several more blades were latched onto her hip by a handcrafted holster.

"You look good." Matt said.

"It's protection." Emily explained. She grabbed a second blade. "After the first killing, the description of the wounds, I knew I had to do something." She turned and headed back down the hall.

"Wait." Matt called.

Emily turned again.

"You're Springhill Jack." Matt said. "Emily if they catch you you'll hang. You have to go home and let me handle this."

Emily lowered her knives. "What are you even doing here Matthew? What happened to maintaining the timeline?"

"I'm here because it's my job. If the raptor stays, we could disrupt the timeline further." Matt explained.

"And that's the only reason you're here?" Emily asked.

"No." Matt answered. "I'm also here to find Lydia."

Emily's eyes grew wide. "What?"

"Lydia came through the anomaly after the raptor came into the present." Matt explained.

"Why did you try to stop her?" Emily demanded.

"Don't you think I would have if I was there?" Matt asked.

"So not only is a creature slaughtering these people, but your daughter is aimlessly roaming these streets?" Emily asked.

Before Matt could answer, a sharp snarl echoed behind them. Emily turned and ran after it. They followed it into a large room, likely for processing potatoes or some other form of food.

"Emily where are you going?" Matt asked.

"I'm going after it." Emily answered.

Matt followed closely behind Emily. "Emily, Abby looking to what happened-"

"Stop there." Emily said. She turned away from him once more. "I don't want to know. Whatever's going to happen to me will happen."

"Look it's your husband-"

"Matt!" Emily turned again. "I've finally got my life back together. A normal life. I'm not hearing an infant crying at night or waking up to the sounds of the ADD alarm. It took me four years to come this far Matt. I don't want to change it. I can't."

"Does that include your daughter?" Matt asked.

Emily closed her mouth and turned from him, continuing through the warehouse.

"Did you know it was her fourth birthday last week?" Matt asked. He followed her through the warehouse. "Every day she's asking more and more about you and she's even statin' to look more like you."

Emily said nothing.

"If you knew how hard it was going to be to come back here, would you have written that letter to Lydia?" Matt asked.

"Of course I would." Emily said, stopping again. "I would have done everything again. But she isn't with me, Matt. She's lost somewhere in this time now. And it's killing me to know that if I see her again, everything I've done to regain this life will have been for noting. I'm not about to throw away everything I've worked for just to lose her again."

Matt shook his head. "You've changed."

"One hundred and fifty years will do that to a person." Emily said. "Go back to the time you were born in. Leave the people you loved behind and tell me if that doesn't change you."

The echoing sound of footsteps disrupted their conversation. Matt and Emily both turned toward the sound. A tall man entered the room. He was well dress with a dark overcoat and matching hat. His eyes were trained on Emily.

"Henry." Emily gasped. "What are you-?"

"Oh, I had you followed." Henry answered.

"I can explain." Emily said.

Henry looked to her. "Outside."

Emily swallowed. She could see the disappointment and fury in his face.

"Now!" Henry hissed.

Emily jumped slightly at the fury in his voice. She moved from Matt toward Henry. "Henry, this is not what you think."

Henry looked at her sharply.

"This man means nothing to me." Emily explained.

Henry looked to Matt. Matt held his hard gaze, tightening his grip on the EMD. Henry looked back to Emily and snorted. He grabbed Emily's arm and dragged her toward him. "You are leaving."

Matt moved into action. He raised the EMD. "Let go of her or I'll shoot!"

Henry and Emily both turned.

"Matt!" Emily called.

"He is going to have you committed as a lunatic." Matt explained. "He's going to have you thrown into Bedlam Hospital until you die."

Emily turned to Henry. "Henry?"

Henry looked down at Emily but said nothing.

Emily's eyes grew wide. She looked back at Matt. "Matt!"

Matt turned quickly, but it was too late. A mad hidden before had come up behind him. He slammed the butt of his rifle into Matt's head, sending him to the floor. His EMD fell from his grasp and slid beneath the table. The man walked up to Matt and kicked him hard. Matt groaned in pain and slipped unconscious.

He woke moments later. He groaned and pushed himself upright. He wiped the blood from his head and rose to his feet. He his head was throbbing terrible. Matt quickly looked around to find the warehouse empty. He set his teeth and ran out the back door. He'd be damned if he lost her again.