My ears rang making the side of my skull pound, every cell in my body felt as though it were vibrating as adrenaline coursed through my veins. My eyes fluttered open and I groaned the world was blurred till I blinked. Asphalt, dirty asphalt was all I could see and a brick wall. It took every fiber of my strength to turn my head lifting it, a single bit of light fluttered down from the long length of brick surrounding each side of me.

I grunted lifting myself up onto my knees, my sleeping clothes were torn and dusty looking as though I had been through hell and back. I twisted my head to the right again when a loud sound emanated from the fluttering light. I pushed myself to a standing position wavering on my weak and tired feet. I pressed my sore and bleeding hands to the brick wall. I slowly moved along my touch never slipping from the brick wall, I could feel each crease in it as I got closer to the light.

I lifted my other hand my eyes burning from the brightness of the light as my feet carried me slowly. My knees quaked as a feeling of dread rose up in me. I stepped out finally blinking in shock my whole body coming over with a chill of confusion and fear.

"What..." I breathed out my eyes widening. I stumbled back slightly in shock my arms hanging weakly next to me. 1940's New York buzzed around me with their cars and their clothing. I blinked a few times wondering if this was some strange dream or hallucination. People were walking past me whispering wildly and staring at me.

"Excuse me ma'am", I shot around to find a man dressed in a police officer's uniform staring at me. "Is everything alright?" he asked me and I stared at him for a moment my senses feeling weak and slow.

"Yes...I mean, no, what year is it?" I asked him and he raised an eyebrow at me.

"1942 ma'am", he replied and I nodded slowly staring off in the distance trying to comprehend what was going on. The box Martovoli had used...it had either sent me back in time or I was hallucinating…or dead. "Perhaps you should come with me ma'am", I glanced back up at him and shook my head.

"No, no I'm fine", I dismissed him knowing I needed to get out of here and regain my bearings. I needed to figure out how this happened to me.

"Ma'am I really do think its best you come with me", I shook my head in reply to him turning to leave but he caught my arm in a firm grip. I yanked my arm from him with a glare but he grabbed my shoulders.

"Stop!" I demanded struggling in his grip. While also being much bigger than I, I was incredibly sore and weak from what I had been through. He was able to easily overpower me by wrapping his arms around my waist effectively pinning my arms against my side.

"I do not want to do this but ma'am but", my arms were yanked behind my back and I heard the clink of his cuffs. I growled in frustration using a great deal of energy to rip one of my arms free taking my opportunity to elbow him in the face. He let out a grunt and I heard him stumble back and fall but I took my chance and took off into a run.

People gasped in surprise as I bobbed between them, I could hear his frantic steps and yells ordering me to stop. I turned a corner and I grunted when I slammed into someone that felt like a brick wall. I looked up groaning when I found myself in the arms of a much larger police officer. I went to lunge out his arms but his muscular arms tightened around me in a vice grip. I let out a loud curse as he lifted me off my feet. I kicked my bare feet uselessly as the other cop appeared huffing with a bloody nose.

"Well you're being very unladylike", the taller police officer chuckled pushing me forward till my body was slammed against his police car. The cuffs were around my wrists and next I was being forcibly shoved into said police car. I grunted as my sore body was jarred against the leather seat. I took in quick breaths of air feeling exhaustion pushing into my mind and body more. I glanced over noticing the crowd forming of whispering women. I grunted turning away as the men slid into the front seat of the police car and drove off.

Later

I stared down at the cuffs on my hands that were attached to the bar on the metal table. My leg shook in anxiety as I swallowed hard. I was barely holding onto my sanity here as I attempted to wrap my mind around my current predicament. A loud click caused me to look up as the door opened with a well-dressed man stepped in the room. He light up a cigarette staring at me for a moment making me feel like I was in a movie.

"I'm Detective Duke Carson", he informed me sitting down at the table dropping a manila folder on the table. "How about we get these cuffs off you, it's not right for a young woman to have them on", I wanted to scoff but I held it down so he would actually take the cuffs off. I rubbed my sore wrists finally being able to lean into the chair as he gave a dazzling smile. He was young, maybe mid-twenties with blonde hair that was slicked back, and I swallowed hard when I realized the style was akin to Steve's hairdo. "Ma'am we don't want to keep you any longer than necessary so how about you tell us your name so we can call your parents…maybe a husband?" he asked me. This time I couldn't help the loud snort that burst out me, he blinked staring at me in disbelief probably from my total lack of "lady-like" behavior.

He stood up from his chair rubbing his chin from a few moments turning away from me to look at the one way glass. He hummed for a moment before he lunged slamming his hands down on the metal table with a bang.

"ENOUGH OF THESE GAMES YOUNG LADY", he yelled in my face, "You have some serious charges against you…lewd behavior, assault of a police officer", he named off. I blinked staring at him with little to no expression, as if his yelling would startle me.

"Lewd...behavior?" I questioned and he glanced down at my choice of clothing. I looked down realizing how my clothing for the times would be considered considerably inappropriate.

"Now you will answer my questions", he demanded but I merely continued to stare at him. If this was his idea of intense interrogation he had some things to learn. The door opened again and I glanced over to see a man well dressed in military regal standing there. Detective Carson shot up so his back was pin straight as he stared at the military man.

"Thank you Detective Carson, we'll take this from here", another man dressed in military uniform as well appeared from behind the first. He was older and had far more awards on his chest.

"I'm sorry but what is going on here?" he demanded answers but the military man didn't look at him instead turned his eyes on me. I sat up straighter and raised an eyebrow at him. He gave me a once over before turning back to Detective Carson.

"This woman is now in the hands of the military…your job is done here", he told the Detective waving him off. I grunted when the other military man yanked me up by the underside of my arm pulling me over toward the door.

"Hey! Stop", I cried out struggling against him. I didn't want to go anywhere with this man, I just wanted away from all these people so I could really regain my strength and create a plan. With my bare feet padding against the tile of the police station and Detective Carson yelling protested I was yanked outside once again and toward a car where I was thrown carelessly into it.