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Kayla wasn't sure what to do, not only was she stuck in England; she was stuck in the past. She wondered the streets aimlessly with no idea where she should go or what she would do. 'How would she get back home…' Panic set in suddenly, 'will I ever get home?!?!?!' Kayla felt her eyes sting with the beginning of tears and she took a deep breath, trying to calm herself.

'Calm down, Kayla, you'll find a way out of this...somehow, for now, um…think of the bright side. England of 1972, the year of Ziggy Stardust, maybe…maybe I'll get the chance to meet him!' Kayla sighed, what was she thinking? She had no money, she didn't have a camera, she didn't have her boots, 'I shouldn't be thinking of that right now…I need to get home, but how do I do that?'

Kayla shivered at the cold weather bit at her skin, it was freezing! She looked up at the dark clouds moving in to cast shadow over the town. Night was fast approaching and she could only imagine how much colder it would become, deciding not to worry about much else except shelter she wondered off in search of somewhere to stay.

The sky darkened and light lit the street and building windows glowed softly, inviting her in. She ended up entering a small inn located on the corner of the street, its Christmas lights a familiar sight. The crowd within the small pub area was still fresh with customers laughing and conversing animatedly.

Kayla traveled over to the counter and addressed the maid behind it. She had curly brown hair and a kind young face; her attire included a soft yellow shirt and matching knee long skirt. She spotted Kayla out of the crowd instantly and wandered over.

"How may I help you, Sweetie?"

Being addressed as such caused Kayla to raise an eyebrow in confusion, maybe the woman was older than Kayla originally thought.

Um, yes, you see I…arrived here quite unexpectedly and…well, I need a place to stay, but I don't have any money." Kayla knew it probably sounded lame and most likely she would be rejected, but she had no other choice but to ask. Before the woman could respond a handsome fellow cruised up towards the bar area and leaned over the counter to kiss the girl's cheek.

"God evening, Honey, we had an interesting day today at work…" he trailed off as he spotted Kayla. Brushing lean fingers through rich brown locks he smiled down at the girl before.

"Well, look who it is, you're the girl we found on the couch this morning." Kayla's eyes widened as she recognized the man as the Britain police officer from earlier.

"Um, yes?" Kayla smiled uncertainly, "I, uh, need a place to stay-"

"Not a problem Miss," He said, cutting Kayla off and gesturing towards the woman behind the counter, "my wife's father owns this inn, though we run it most of the time, I'm sure we could spare a room for you. Bess, do we have a room available?" Bess nodded and reached behind her to the wall supporting several hooks, a few of them had keys dangling unused. Kayla soon found a shiny old style metal key shoved into her hand.

"Wait," she said, slightly panicked, "I don't have any money!" The man just smiled and his wife Bess chuckled.

"It is fine, as future parents we couldn't possible turn down a youngling in need from our home." Kayla noticed that Bess touched her stomach with a fond carefulness and she smiled.

"Thank you so much!" The husband waved it off with smile.

"No need of that, now go rest up, breakfast is served at eight o'clock sharp." Bess lead Kayla up the stairs to the second level where the rooms were rented out. She walked all the way down the hall and opened the second to last door on the right, with a metal number 4 hanging next to it.

"This will be your room, Dear, make yourself at home." Kayla nodded and thanked the other woman a few more times. Bess handed back Kayla's key before closing the door leaving Kayla behind in the cozy little bedroom. A single twin-sized bed lay against the opposite wall near a window and a nightstand with a lamp which matched the curtains in color, an oak dresser stood on the other wall next to another wooden door, which Kayla guessed lead to a bathroom. The third wall had an old off-colored love seat thrown in to fill up the room.

Truly just wanting to forget the whole event that happened to day she strolled over to the bed and flopped down on it. The warmth of the soft quilt engulfed her and she imagined that she was back home again, with her parents not too far down the hall, her brother and his wife safe in their home, her niece excepted to come soon. She fell asleep in the surging feeling of homesickness.

As time passed the customers left and the husband locked up the pub downstairs while Bess headed upstairs and towards her own room. She paused briefly at Kayla's door, noticing the light still on; she took out her spare key and opened the door. After a quick peek inside she enter quietly as to not wake the younger girl, her hand paused on its way towards the lamp and redirected its way to pull the covers over Kayla to keep her warm. She turned off the lamp and headed back to her own room where her husband would be waiting. Lingering in the doorway, she gave Kayla a sad smile and then left.

Yeah, I know what you're all thinking, another short chapter, I'm trying really, it'll get longer, I promise! For now this is what you get! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter, we'll soon get insight to who the innkeepers are so stay tune and please review.