"Father… how come I haven't seen any witches around Wizard City?" The silver girl asked to her father who was reading a newspaper and sipping on some coffee on the couch. She sat next to him so he can better communicate with her. He placed his newspaper on his lap and placed the coffee on the coffee table before looking at his lovely daughter.

"That's a good question. Sometimes Witches don't really feel the need to visit us Wizards. We are very different when it comes to magic like I explained to you earlier. For this, we sometimes do not get along. However, some witches will come over regardless since they are often curious to see what we are up to…"

"Oh, when do they come?" She wanted to know this information just so she can meet one in person. Witches were so fascinating to her and she wanted to make on her friend! You can never have too many friends! She wondered what it would be like to be friends with one. Perhaps they can tell each other magical secrets or something. That'd be cool.

"Usually they visit on October. You know for Halloween. Sometimes they will visit in November. For how long they plan to visit… I don't know. Their stay varies from time to time. So I'm afraid you'll have to wait another 3 months before you be able to see one…" He responded, looking at his daughter sympathetically as he knew she wanted to go meet one. She let out a small whine since 3 months felt so long to her.

"Where do they live…? Maybe I can go there?"

Her father looked alarmed. "Honey, I can't tell you that. It is too dangerous for a wizard to be around over there, especially when you are so young." The silver haired girl pouted as she knew that her father wasn't about to tell her anything further. Defeated, she let out a sigh and plopped her head on one of the couch pillows.

"I just want to go befriend one so bad!"

"I know honey, I know. 3 months will go by fast, I promise…" He ruffled up her air playfully, "Now how about I make you some chocolate chip cookies?"

"YEAH, I love them!"

…

Mika opened her eyes, still finding herself in the same cabin. So it wasn't a horrible dream… this is reality. She was sent back in time and now she was stuck in the late 1600's for who knows how long! Adding to her displeasure, this cabin seemed to be a home to that familiar witch that was in the Museum painting and talked about on the news yesterday night.

She wanted to lash out, scream, anything to get her anger across… but she couldn't. Now that she was in the past… she has to be VERY careful not to change anything. If she so much as alters what is supposed to happen here, that could change the Future in ways she could not even imagine. It can even as much as erasing her whole existence if she is not careful. That would be something she would be afraid of greatly.

However... would it really matter if she changed anything here? If Time Travel Portals can be made by somebody wanting help from another time period... wouldn't that mean she is supposed to be here...? That everything is supposed to go this way? She did not know and quite frankly she rather not think about it.

Looking at her legs, she noticed they were all bandaged up by that… Christine Dalton witch. She is a witch who supposedly disappeared off the face of the Earth after being chased for 6 months. As much as she is grateful for being cared for, she still has bitter feelings towards witches no matter what they did to her.

However, it appeared that she was nowhere to be seen in the Cabin. She must have gone off somewhere when she passed out from the realization of being sent to this time period. Mika winced when she tried to get up. Her legs were still very much in pain and it looked like she couldn't be walking any time soon. Blowing raspberries, she plopped back down on the somewhat comfortable mattress and sighed. Just how long is she going to stay here? Will it be forever?

She was crying on the inside at the thought of that. That would be hell for her. Mika would miss Susie a lot. Even her old and dirty Myth House. She'll even miss Cyrus Drake... who is she going to pull pranks on now?

Mika then realized something, what happened to the other 3? She saw Lucas, Charles, and that witch lady she offended earlier went into the Time Portal with her… How odd that they didn't land in the same place as her… Did they get transported into another place in time? Or did they get launched somewhere else here?

The real question is… what is she going to do after her legs get better? Where would she even go? Earth has no Spiral Door. Even if it did, she couldn't go to Wizard City. Ambrose wasn't even born yet as he is the founder of Wizard City. She briefly thought back about her reason being here. Somebody needed HER help. Is that someone... Mika groaned at the thought. Of all people... that witch needs help. Talk about the irony of this whole situation. Mika doesn't even want to help this witch. She hoped to god it was someone else...

Footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She propped herself up with her arms as she looked at the doorway that led into the bedroom. Not surprisingly, she sees Christine in the flesh with many apples in her arms. She set them on the bed and grabbed one. Cleaning it, she handed it to Mika, who looked at it strangely.

"I thought you might be hungry…" The woman softly smiled, waiting for the strange woman to take it from her. Mika was indeed hungry and took it from her, not even giving her a thank you. She tore at the apple ravishingly with her teeth, letting the sweet flavor flow through her body.

The blonde sat herself down on the chair near the bed and watched her guest eat at the apple almost animal like. Biting her lip, she might as well start a conversation, after all… she has a lot of questions she would like answered from her. "S-So, can you tell me what your name is…?"

"Mika…" The silver haired girl practically growled out her name as she continued to eat the apple. The woman was slightly taken back by her tone, but tried to remain calm for her sake. Mika... That is a strange name to her. Why would anybody name their child that?

"I see…"

For some reason… she feels a lot of deep anger and hate oozing off from this woman. It seemed to be directed towards her for some reason. What did she do? All she did was offer her some care… and even saved her life. Why isn't she grateful? Choosing not to ask those questions to her for the fear of being yelled at, she decided to ask simple questions.

"I saw you… falling out of the sky… where did you come from?"

"Why do you want to know?!" Mika bitterly asked, finishing her apple and then laying on the side of the bed. Once again, the woman was taken aback by her tone. So much anger and hatred… She didn't want to lash out at this woman just yet, so she calmed herself down.

"I'm just saying that is unusual to see someone falling from the sky… you would think it would be an act of God just seeing it… but I know that's not the case…"

The silver haired woman sighed and nodded. She should at least owe her a few answers. Christine did practically take care of her. However, she is still very cautious and will keep her anger and hatred about witches. "I doubt you would believe me if I told you where I came from."

"Try me."

"To be honest… I am from the future…" Mika gauged Christine's response carefully. The blonde woman had disbelief in her eyes and she tilted her head in a way that seem to say, 'are you crazy?' She kind of expected this, so she might as well prove it.

"You, you are from the future?" Christine was practically laughing at the thought of it. "You are right, I don't believe it. There may be witches around these parts, but that is as much as outlandish as the devil taking over my fellow ladies."

Mika wanted to slap her for laughing, but refrained. She needed to control her anger. "I am, I mean, look at my clothes, they are not from this era. These are early 2000 clothes…"

"Well, I must admit they are a mite strange."

"See, so I am from the future."

"Now hold on there," She stopped her before she got too confident that she won her over with that kind of proof. "Strange clothes do not prove you are from the future. I may not be current on young ladies' fashion nowadays. Just because they haven't reach Salem yet doesn't mean they are from another time, Mika."

"… Ok, what would it take for you to believe me then…" Mika was not sure why she cared for Christine to believe her. She is a witch for crying out loud. It was not like she wants to be friends with this woman or something. All she wants right now is to go back to her time period… but how exactly? It's not like she can conjure up a time traveling spell. Her magic is mediocre at best and the required ingredients to make one are hard to come by.

"I don't know, you tell me. Right now, you aren't very convincing." She replied softly, but had a hint of a, you are crazy, tone. Mika growled, on the verge of just screaming at her. Just being near her for so long was making her angrier. She decided to just flat out tell her a secret she knows of her.

"I know you keep some witches safe in a secret place in your house at one point." Mika replied to hope seal the deal. Christine narrowed her eyes and almost growled that she knew that information. She practically grabbed Mika's arm in a tight grip, glaring at her.

"What did you say?" She hissed. No one is supposed to know that secret of hers. She was very careful when helping her fellow ladies that were accused of witchcraft before she was accused herself. Now that this strange woman knows this, she didn't know what to think right now.

"You protected them and then sent them on their way when no one was looking." Mika merely stated to her. She pulled back her arm from Christine's grip. Her anger was really showing once she had touched her that way.

"How on Earth do you know this?!"

"I read… or rather, listened about you from someone else back in my time period. I may not know much about you, but I know that much at the least…" And that is all she wants to know about Christine, that and the fact she is a witch. Anything else is irrelevant and unnecessary. Once she gets better, she'll run away from here and hope to never see her again.

"…" Christine softened a bit. She now believed her. She didn't want to believe it… but what other explanation can there be? It is not like Mika saw her doing the things she did, did it? Even if she did, she would have probably rat her out before she was accused. With a sigh, she nodded, feeling defeat.

"Very well, I believe you. I cannot grasp the whole thing about time traveling, but it seems you are from somewhere in the future…"

"Glad that's over with…"

Christine walked up and headed over to a small table that had that strange looking bag she found near where Mika had landed afterwards. She picked it up and brought it over to her. "I assume this is your bag then. It doesn't look like anything Salem has so I assume this is yours. Don't worry, I didn't rummage through it. I don't go through people's stuff without permission."

"Glad you didn't!" Mika spat, taking her backpack back roughly. Anybody looking through her belongings sets her off. Just to make sure, she looked inside the backpack to make sure everything was there. Sure enough, all of her stuff was still in mint condition and still there… even after the fall. Wizard City's products never cease to fail.

Christine almost had enough of her anger and decided to let her own anger show. "Ok. I don't understand. Why are you so angry at me? What did I ever do to you?" She wanted to know. She was getting mad that she was getting mad at her. For what?! She saved her life and even so much as treated her wounds and fed her some apples.

"You are a witch." Mika replied bitterly. Christine placed her hands on her hips, glaring at her at that accusation. She was no better than the men that chased after her! She was lucky she didn't throw her out right then and there. But due to her kind heart, she didn't have the nerve to. She'll just have to deal with her until her legs feel better.

"Excuse me? I am a witch? I suppose you have proof of me being one? Also, I could call you one if I didn't believe you being a time traveler or whatever on God's green earth you are!" She balled her fists, walking around the bedroom, looking at her angrily so. She was on the verge of screaming at her.

"You were accused of knowing the contents of a book without even reading it! I believe that is proof enough! Me? I am not a witch like you! If you think Time Travel is witchcraft, you are dead wrong. I am a Wizard, not a witch!"

"And just what is a wizard?! Make up words why don't you?! Time Travel is some sort of black magic, isn't it?! What else can cause you to come here?!" Both women were fuming now. The anger was so intense; it might turn into a very violent fight if they keep this up.

"At least I am not evil! Witches like you are just oozing with evil! I am sick of it!" Mika fumed, wanting to spring up and tackle this woman and do a little rough housing on her, but due to her condition, she couldn't even lift her leg. Christine laughed at that word. "Evil." How quaint. She shook her head as she walked closer to Mika, staring at her all the while.

"Evil? Me? I'll tell you what's evil." She took one of the apples from the pile and firmly grasped it in her hand. "Being chased by people who used to like you and now want to kill you because they think you are being possessed by the devil." She squeezed the apple so hard it looked like it was about burst and splatter on both of them. "You don't know what it is like to be chased by people you knew just because they thought the devil was on Earth and was taking over my body or something!"

The apple burst with the amount of force after saying that sentence, splattering them both with the sweet liquid and apple chunks. "And you, I don't know why you hate witches so much, but seriously you are heartless… I saved your life… I even gave you that apple. If it weren't for me, you'd probably be feasted on by some bear or carried off by those witch hunters. And what do you do? Nothing except yell in my face and be all angry towards me! You are lucky I didn't even throw you out!"

Mika was quiet for a moment. Her words were true… she should have been grateful for being saved. However, no matter how hard she tries, she just can't get over her hatred for witches. This woman seemed so kind, but she just couldn't believe there are nice witches… at least from her experience with them. Normally being called heartless wouldn't faze her when it comes to witches… but hearing them from her… somehow made an impact on her. She didn't dwell on it though.

Sighing, she tried to calm herself down and trying to show her anger as little as possible. "Why didn't you?" She asked, wiping the sweet liquid off her face and some on her arms as well.

"Why didn't I what?"

"Why didn't you throw me out? I was being mean even after being saved by you… why?"

Christine sighed and sat herself back down on the chair next to the bed. She folded her arms over her chest and looked at the most infuriating woman she has ever met. "Because I'm not like most people." She answered sincerely. "I don't throw people out just because I am so angry with them and that they have different views or opinions. I have a kind heart. I may not like you, but my better judgment is to keep you safe and healthy until you are ready to go."

She gestured towards Mika's injured legs. "And by the looks of you right now, you can't even walk. I can't leave helpless people behind even if they make me angry. So," She stood up and grabbed another apple. "You'll be staying with me. We both know we won't like it, but that's how it is going to be. So eat up, rest up, and you'll be walking out of here and away from me in no time. Perhaps you can go back to whatever time period you hail from."

She threw the apple onto Mika's lap and walked out of the room. The myth student looked at the apple and took it into her hands. She rubbed the apple softly as she thought about what she said. Mika didn't want to admit it, but she actually felt a little hurt of what Christine just said to her. She didn't know what to do. Mika wants to trust her… but at the same time, she has trouble having trust in witches again because witches practically destroyed it back 2 years ago. Sighing, she took a little bite out of her apple, feeling a bit depressed.

MMMMMMM

Ambrose sighed, a bit depressed. He sat in his office doing paper work for the day before he has his Thanksgiving Dinner with his relatives. There was something new hanging in his office to the right of him and it was the Christine Dalton painting that the portal has disappeared off into. From time to time, the painting let out a blue aura. It did kind of distract him, but he had to keep that painting with him so he can figure out a way to bring back the 4 lost people who were unfortunate enough to be taken to the Salem Witch Trial Era.

Even if it wasn't really in his budget, he had to buy the painting from the Museum. It would be more convenient that way than just going to the Museum every day just to go see one painting again. He needed to analyze it and see what he can do.

"A-Ambrose?"

He looked up and sees Susie Gryphonbane at the door of his office. It looked like she has been crying. He knew Mika is a good friend of hers, so she must have been crying when she heard the news that her best friend is trapped over 300 years in the past.

"Susie, come in." Ambrose gestured for her to come to his desk. The diviner nodded as she wiped her tired eyes. She walked over to his desk slowly so.

"I can't believe it…" She began as she tried to keep herself from crying again, "Mika is stuck in the past… What if she never gets out?"

"We don't know if she is really stuck there forever, Susie..." Ambrose patted her on the shoulder as if to comfort her. "Maybe after she helps Christine Dalton out... perhaps the Time Travel Portal will reopen for her and transport her back here." Susie grabbed a kleenex box from Ambrose's desk and grabbed one to blow her nose.

"But... did you ever hear of a case where the Time Travel Portal will actually bring back the people they grabbed...?" Susie questioned him. Ambrose stroked his beard in thought. Now that he thinks about it... there are only a few rare cases where the victim will come back into their time period. Sadly, most others will have to stay in the time period they were sent to for the rest of their life. Time was a funny thing when it comes to people's fates.

"Susie," Ambrose got up from his chair. He wanted to change the subject. There was something else bugging him. "Can you do something for me? Go to Mika's home and see if you can find any clues to her past about Witches? I know she doesn't talk about her past to you or even me, but I really must know why she became who she is." Susie looked alarmed at the sudden change in subject. Looks like he doesn't want to answer her previous question.

"I don't really want to invade her privacy… She will get mad at me if I even so much as rummage through her stuff…" Susie sounded doubtful and didn't want to do it even though she was little curious herself.

"Well she's not here is she?" Ambrose retorted as he placed the papers he had been working on in a file. "I doubt she would even notice if she comes back either. Look, I just need to figure out the reason for her prejudice against Witches. I know it has nothing to do with bringing Mika back, but you never know when that info might come in handy."

"O-Ok…I'll go through her house tomorrow morning. Right now I have thanksgiving dinner to make for my brother and me…" Susie nodded and turned to exit the office. Mika… please be ok… Please don't do anything stupid. I know you hate witches… but try to keep it together… for both our sakes…

MMMMMMM

"The only thing I could find in this cabin is these." Christine held up a black robe with pants that are made for men in this time period. "I know they are for males, but you pretty much look more of a man than a woman to me. Sorry if that offends you… but it is the only thing that will make you look normal around these parts."

"I get that all the time…" Mika muttered as she was handed the clothes. She wondered what happened to the other 3. Are they in the same situation as her… or are they… no. They can't be. They must still be around for sure. She slowly got up from the bed. Excruciating pain hit her as she moved her legs to the side of the bed. Mika was about to change into them when she realized that Christine was still in the room with her.

"Could you please get the fuck out so I can change?"

"Fuck? What is that word?" Christine asked, she never heard of that word in her entire life. Was it some kind of formal word for something? Mika slapped her head, knowing that she would have to put up with explaining a lot of things to this woman until her legs are back in shape.

"Fuck is just a swear word. I just use it when I want to get a point across… like you getting out so I can change. Puts more emphasis as it were…" Mika explained.

"Swearing is a sin… you shouldn't swear…" Christine responded, shaking her head in disapproval at that explanation and her use of it. Mika rolled her eyes. This woman really infuriates her.

"Well I don't really care…"

"Why do you want me to go out? We're both women. There is nothing from you that I haven't seen with my own body…" Christine asked, not really understanding why she couldn't just change in front of her. It is not like she is going to judge her body in anyway.

Because it is freaking embarrassing! Mika growled slightly and shook her head. "You don't understand. Just… Gah, just get out of here!" She ordered, losing her temper. Christine glared at her and then marched on out with a huff.

"Fine! You heartless excuse of a woman!" The blonde slammed the bedroom door, leaving the myth student alone so she could change in these old timey robes. She sighed, wondering how she was going to get out of here without killing the woman. Each day will feel long to her now if she keeps staying here.

She took off her wizardly outfit and placed it in her backpack. Then she slowly slipped on the clothes she was given. She wished she had a mirror to look at herself, but she thinks she looks fine. Maybe the people around here will just think she is a man and treat her as such. That would be nice… sort of. Kind of… maybe a little.

When she reached into her backpack to double check to see if all her things were still ok in this time period, she heard frantic footsteps coming in her direction. The door burst open and a frightened Christine ran in and practically placed herself in one of the corners, fearing for her life.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Mika asked, looking at her strangely. Christine didn't respond and instead motioned with her eyes. She was breathing heavily and whimpering. The myth student painfully walked slowly to the window of the cabin, careful not to hurt herself too much. Looking out, she sees two men in the same robes as her… if not similar. They were walking closer to the cabin.

"Where did that witch go… she must still be alive…"

Mika looked back at Christine, who looked absolutely terrified.

"Oh no…"