A Shocking Discovery

when the weather finally permitted, we mounted our horses and started for New York.

thoughout this time I have been trying to get any type of connection; my cell phone, my lap-top, my i-Pod, but this place is obviously blocked from any kind of connection.

Mounting my horse, I decided to attempt a connection again. I turned on my i-Pod and waited for it to boot. I never kept any of these equipment on, because I saw not a single outlet for electricity and I worried that it might be a long time before they finally show me the way back to civilization. No connection of course. I shup the i-Pod and returned it to my pocket.

At first I was enhtusiastic about our trip, but as the day wore on and we got no-where, I started to get angry and suspicious of my company. What were they thinking? they want to live like damn hippies or amish or whatever, fine. But why are they riding a horse to New york? It would take weeks! and it looks like they woun't be taking open roads where I could sneak out to the highway and hitch a ride, either! So far all I'd seen was trees and dirt roads.

Suddenly, a thought occured to me: they were going to keep me with them. they wanted me to believe their unlikely story, that I was really in the eighteenth century, so they won't really take me anywhere. They will ride around with me in circles and tell me that we were in New York. I knew I would have believed them, because I don't understand navigation. I turned on my GPS to check, but - of course, I wasn't working. I was about to accuse them, when Claire saw my device and quickly came to tell me that I must put it away.

Jamie and Claire have been acting very wierd about my stuff. They kept warning me not to show it to anyone. Jamie seemed afraid of it, He would look away whenever I took out my computer as though I exposed one of my breasts. When he was not guarding me he would get up and leave the room any time I took one of my knick-knacks out. Claire, however, did not avoid these things. She looked at me as I tinkered with my gadgets; sometimes I imagined she looked almost nostalgic about it.

Night arrived and I decided to sleep in their stupid tent. I wasn't going to tell them that I suspect them. Let them think they are fooling me; I'll meanwhile try to follow the road and check for sighns. If I show any suspiciion, they will be alot more careful. I decided to play dumb.

after a few days or weeks of this endless travelling we arrived at a very peculiur place. it looked very much like one of those paintings of cities of old. there were streets and buildings and many people walking.

"how many people are in this with you?" I couldn't help blurting.

"In this with who?" Jamie asked.

"Never mind. where are we now?" I asked.

I asked that question alot. I made me feel like that pesty kid in the back of the car on a highway asking "Are we there yet?"

"We are in philadelphia, Pensilvania." answered Claire.

"sure," I said.

This has been the contents of our exchange throughout the trip: I, asking about our location, they, answering, and then I, making an angry remark and thinking, "why did I bother asking."

We made our way through the streets of "Phyladelphia" when, out of no where, I saw something that shocked me to the core.

First I stopped. I saw this man. I did a double-take, and I fainted.

when I woke the man was still there, and he was bending over me with the look of concern.

Seeing that made me faint again.

When I came to, no one was bending over me, but I heard voices:

"she must have recognized you from paintings or the newspapers," I heard Claire explain, "It must have thrilled her to see you in person."

You can say that again, Claire.

I wanted to open my eyes. I wanted to see if what I saw was really true, but if it was, I would need to admit that what Jamie and Claire were telling me was right all along. I wasn't sure I could believe that without fainting again or going into a panic.

I had to calm myself down first.

I had to agree to the terms and conditions of seeing what I saw.

Did I really see Benjamin Franklin? The Benjain Franklin, the one printed on the Hundred Dollar Bills? Did I just see a living breathing Benjamin Franklyn?

I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answer to that, so I kept laying with my eyes closed and listening to him talking about what could be done with me.

He sounded very fatherly, with a low-pitched and soft voice. (Was I really hearing Benjamin Franklyn?)

My thoughts were so jumbled. but I couldn't organize them. every time I tryed to concentrate, the image of the man who poped out of a hundred dollar bill kept entering my thoughts and messing them all up again.

FInally, I decided to open up my eyes.

I looked at him.

I had a strong urge to look away, but I forced myself to keep staring. Claire studied me, probably to see if I needed any more medical attention. But I knew that look on Claire's face. she was recognizing my agony. she understood me for some reason, and my reaction to Franklin (!!!!!) brought something back to her too.

When I found my voice again, I asked Benjamin Franklyn if he knew how much like Benjamin Franklyn he looked.

Everyone laughed, as though I was a silly star-struck girl,

OK NE ER MIND I DONT KNOW I AM NO GOOD WRITER BUT GABALDON IS SO PLEASE CONTINUE THE STORY ALREADY!!!