I curled up in a ball as someone knocked on my door. I was not ready to get up. This was just way to early.

"Wake up Emma!" Allie knocked, "You gotta get to the Oriental to make breakfast."

I sighed as I rolled over, "I'm getting up!"

I heard Allie move away from the door. I slowly sat up and stretched my arms over my head. I slipped my feet into my dainty slippers Allie gave me and made my way to the bathroom. I splashed some water at my face to wake myself up some more. I grabbed my hair brush and yanked it through my mess of brown curls. After getting my hair in a makeshift low bun, I quickly brushed my teeth.

"Man I would kill for some present day toothpaste," I mumbled to myself.

I walked back to my room and grabbed a simple dress to wear. It was a green colored dress that would work for me cooking. I grabbed the knife Virgil gave me and slipped it in a bag I was going to take with me. Once dressed I looked myself over in the mirror in the bedroom. I winced at my look. I looked exhausted with the dark circles under my eyes, and my pale skin that held no color. I had stayed up to late last night looking over a recipe book Allie gave me for cooking.

"Emma?" Allie asked as she softly opened my door.

"Yes?" I turned towards her.

"You might need to head out soon if you want to get a head start on cooking," she smiled softly.

I gulped, "I'm getting pretty nervous about this."

Allie laughed softly, "You'll do fine!"

"What if I poison someone?" I exclaimed.

Allie picked the cookbook off my nightstand and handed it to me.

"Just follow all the instructions and you'll be fine. You'll do an amazing job."

I nodded as I gripped the book tightly to my chest.

Allie walked me to the door and waved me goodbye as I walked out.

"Have a nice day working!" She shouted.

I looked back and gave a little wave and a smile.

I walked down the road shivering a bit. It was still dark out, and was certainly chillier than I anticipated.

"It'll warm up later on once the sun came out" I thought to myself.

I stiffened slightly as I heard footsteps behind me. I had a bad feeling roll over me, my hair on my neck stood. I turned slightly to see who was behind me. No one was there.

Taking a deep breath I began walking to the Oriental faster. I had a tight grip on my bag, my hand was slowly inching towards the little knife. But something inside me, told me that the knife wouldn't work.

I shook the feeling away and focused on getting to the bar. I tried to ignore the slow footsteps behind me. Once the bar came into my view I broke into a light sprint. I threw the door opened and once the warm air and light hit me I instantly felt a lot better. I looked outside to try and find who was following me. But once again no one was out there.

"Probably wasn't anything," I mumbled to myself.

"You ready to cook?" A voice popped up behind me.

I yelped slightly, "For Heaven sake don't ever do that again Mitch!"

He let out a loud warm laugh.

"You'll give a woman a heart attack!" I told him, as I placed my hand on my chest to calm my fast heart beating.

"I apologize Miss. Emma," he said teasingly.

I rolled me eyes, "Where's the kitchen?"

"Follow me."

I followed Mitch through a double doors next to the bar which led to a small kitchen.

"Here ya go," Mitch said, "It's not much, but it'll do."

"Thank you!" I looked around.

It was a little kitchen, but I would just have to make do with it. I propped the recipe book and looked at the recipes. I was going to attempt to make a real good breakfast. I grabbed an apron that was hanging on a hook near the door.

"Now what do I start with," I tapped my chin.

My eyes locked on a bag of potatoes. I grabbed a few along with a knife and took a seat on the stool that sat in the middle of the kitchen.

I eased the knife around the potato slowly, so I wouldn't cut my finger. After a few potatoes I began to get a hang of it and was able to speed up. As I peeled potatoes my mind drifted to what had happened outside. Surely I had just been hearing something. That or maybe I had heard someone far away from me, maybe they weren't even following me.

I shook my head, "You need to chill out." I told myself.

I needed to worry about more important matters. Like getting that magic book from that store. Hopefully I would get paid a little so I could get that book. There had to be something inside it that I could use to see what was going on. There were a lot of things that needed answered. Like why was I here? What would make my mom put me back in time? Where was she and my siblings? Who was that man? He had to be some sort of demon, and it was obvious he was powerful. So maybe he could've been alive in this time. There had to be some sort of information around.

I placed the knife down after cutting the potatoes. I would fry them in a bit. I grabbed some bacon and eggs. I could make scrambled eggs that was something I was familiar with. I really didn't want to make a fool of myself and cook something that would end up being horrendous.

"Should've taken those cooking lessons from mom," I mumbled to myself.

I cracked egg after egg into a bowl and whisked it about. Then slowly poured it into a pan. After the eggs were done, I fried the bacon and the potatoes. I made sure to make a lot, I didn't want to run out.

"People are beginning to pile in," Mitch said, "Is the food done?"

I wiped the sweat off my brow and nodded.

"Yes I just finished it."

"Come out and help me give food out to everyone."

We grabbed as many plates as we could and began to pile the food on it and carried it out to the tables. It was satisfying to see everyone eat the food I made, and as far I could tell everyone was enjoying it.

After watching everyone eat for a moment I made my way back into the kitchen and began to clean up the mess I made.

"Did you leave any for me Darlin'?"

I turned towards the door quickly after hearing the voice.

There stood Doc leaning against the wall next to the doors. He had a small smirk on his face as usual. I looked him over, he wore a gold colored vest under his black jacket. His usual pocket watch laid in one of his vest pockets. He looked extremely handsome which was to be expected. He always looked nice.

"Uh yeah," I stuttered, "There's still quite a bit left, if you want any."

Doc leaned away from the wall and made his way to me. Water dripped off my hands from having them in the water. I quickly wiped them off on my apron and gave a nervous smile to him as he got closer. I could feel heat growing on my cheeks.

"Why yes, I do believe I would love some," he said as he placed a hand on my cheek.

He leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my lips. My heart began to beat fast. Doc pulled away and gave a soft smile. I returned his smile with one of mine.

We stood there for a minute until I shook my head and grabbed a plate.

"What all would you like?" I asked.

"I believe some eggs and bacon would do darlin."

I loaded his plate up and gave it to him, along with some eating utensils.

"Do you mind?" He asked as he pulled the stool up to the empty counter.

"No go ahead. I wouldn't mind some company right now anyway," I smiled.

It was quiet for a bit. The only sound was the water churning as I washed dishes, and the sound of Docs fork scraping the plate lightly.

I heard coughing from behind and quickly turned around Doc held his handkerchief close to his face but I could still see bits of red on it. I slowly made my way to him as he coughed harder.

"I'm fine darlin." Doc waved me off in between coughs.

It didn't stop me though. When I closed the distance between us I softly placed my hand on his back and rubbed my thumb across him softly. My other hand gripped his free one.

I slowly began to try to heal what I could to help quiet his coughing. I stiffened as the pain went over my body but I didn't allow it to stop me. I pushed myself closer to him, more body contact was helping me.

I felt Doc's body relax beneath me and his breathing steadied out. I let him go swaying slightly.

"Are you alright?" Doc asked as he steadied me.

"Yes, I'm fine," I replied sheepishly, "I've just been out of practice."

Docs slightly cold lips touched my forehead softly as he gripped my shoulders tightly. His thumbs gently smoothed over my shoulders. It was comforting, and I found myself leaning towards him without thought.

We stood silently for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes. Doc released me gently, his hands sliding down my arms until the laid by his side.

"How's everything going back here?"

My head snapped to the door as Mitch walked in, he eyed Doc and I carefully. His eyes twinkled slightly.

"Uh it's going good!" I slightly stuttered.

"I reckon I should leave you to your work Darlin," Doc said, his eyes looked into mine leaving shivers down my back.

"When can I see you again?" I asked.

"You haven't tired of me yet?" He jokingly asked.

I scoffed and gave him a look.

He laughed slightly, "Meet me here this evening."

"Okay!" I said brightly.

Doc took my hand and gave it a light kiss before he grabbed his hat and jacket. My cheeks flushed as he gave a wink on his way out the door. My hands wrung my apron.

"You two are smitten with each other," Mitch joked.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes, "He probably thinks of me as a overbearing child or something."

"I highly doubt that." He shook his head, "You two will be married by next year."

I choked slightly, "Okay!! I've gotta finish cleaning now."

I could feel the heat rise up in my cheek and chest.

Mitch laughed as he walked out the door. I took a deep breath and quickly finished cleaning the dishes.

After successfully cleaning the kitchen an hour later. I walked out into the main room to let Mitch know I was going to leave for the afternoon. I would return later on to cook dinner.

"Well Mitch the kitchen is all clean, I suppose I should get going."

"Thank you for cooking today Amelia," he smiled at me, "Here's your first payment."

My eyes widened as Mitch laid a little money in my hand. I was definitely not expecting this so spend

"Oh thank you so much!"

"You're so very welcome, now get on and finish your day. I'll see you this evening."

I smiled brightly and put my cook book in my book carrier. I knew where I needed to go first. A certain book had my name written on it, figuratively of course. I raced out the door and ran to the little General Store on the corner.

"Welcome back!" The clerk smiled at me.

I waved back and quickly began to look where I put the book at. Finally I laid my eyes on the hiding spot and grabbed the book. I rubbed my hands along the front cover, and clutched it tightly.

Questions ran through my mind. What if there was nothing in this for me to use? What if someone else found it?

I began to wonder what would happen if people suspected me of witchcraft. They might not react easily. I shuddered at the thought of being drowned.

I walked up to the clerk and laid the book down.

"I need to purchase this book."

"Oh my," the clerk gasped.

I feigned confusion as he studied me carefully.

"What do you need this book for?" He asked.

"I'm just doing some research that's all," I flashed him a bright smile.

"Tread carefully with this, you do not the bad luck that comes with it." He warned.

I rolled my eyes internally. I knew what this book would bring if not used correctly.

I placed my money on the counter, and took the book. I walked out the door, and headed back home. I had research to do.