As Vicki and Rebecca descended the stairs, Henry was already in proper attire as well. He looked up at Vicki and stifled a smile. He knew if he laughed, it would not be pretty. Vicki stopped at the bottom of the stairs, crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Henry.
"Well, go ahead. I know you have some kind of smart-ass comment," she sighed. Rebecca rolled her eyes and shook her head at Vicki's language. Vicki mumbled an apology, still waiting for Henry to say something.
"I was just thinking that even in these old fashioned clothes that are not revealing at all," he said moving toward her, pulling her to him, "how incredibly hot and sexy you still seem to be." Henry then kissed her neck, a small moan escaping her half-parted mouth. She had put her arms around his waist, pulling him closer.
"Good save," she whispered in his ear, kissing his neck too. George cleared his throat, Rebecca tapped her foot.
"You'll have lots of time for this later," she told them. Vicki turned toward Rebecca and narrowed her eyes at her.
"You'd better hope so," Vicki let go of Henry's waist, taking his hand instead. George smiled over at Henry, what a woman he had.
"So, those pictures of Henry and I, we were pre-destined to be together it seems," Vicki asked Rebecca.
"Does she always analize things like this Henry?" Rebecca asked.
"I'm afraid so."
"Rebecca dear, she does come by that honestly," George said taking her hand as they left the house.
Rebecca narrowed her eyes in much the same way that Vicki had done earlier. Vicki nearly jumped out of her skin as they exited the house and two cats came out of nowhere meowing.
"Shit!" She screamed. Rebecca covered her mouth.
"Look," Rebecca hissed, "I am not kidding, you will be arrested and hanged the very next day if you continue to talk that way! Show some restraint woman!"
"Well you're cats scared me, sorry!" Vicki said sarcastically.
"Oh," Rebecca bent down picking them both up, "Winnie and Binks wouldn't hurt anyone would you?'" She put them in the house and shut the door. They began to walk down the now original path in what Vicki and Henry assumed was now Salem, Massechusetts. Vicki stopped as she realized something.
"Winnie and Binks. They are your cats." She stated.
"Yes, why?" Rebecca asked as she was getting into their horsedrawn carriage.
"Because in the future, Winnie and Binks take care of the house," Vicki said. It explained why Winnie's eyes looked so "catlike".
"Yes, I know. I gave them human form to keep myself and my house safe. They are ready to be cats again I'm sure." Rebecca sounded so non-chalant about everything.
Vicki sure hoped she was right about sending them back.
"You're sure you can send us back? I have children to get back to, a life, a family," Vicki said with a tone of uncertainty in her voice. She wasn't convinced that Rebecca was that good yet.
"Yes," Rebecca was annoyed, "I can send you back. Just like deep true love got you here, it will send you back too." Rebecca shook her head and leaned over to George's shoulder. George picked her hand up and kissed it. Rebecca smiled at him.
"I do hope this works Rebecca, really I do. I know I sound skeptical, but that's just me. I don't trust too many people." Vicki explained.
"Me either," Rebecca told her.
The ride was quiet for a bit except for the clippety-clap of the horses hooves. They passed other houses with their oil lamps on, some completely dark. It was only eight thirty at night and yet it seemed the town was nearly dead.Then again, Vicki rememberd, that's what they did back in those times. Early bedtime, early risers. Vicki was not thrilled about the early rising part. Vicki was leaned against Henry, the night air cool but comfortable. It was rather romantic, the carriage ride, the quiet all except the part about being two hundred years in the past and having another couple along. That part put just a little crimp in her pleasure, still she was enjoying it until Rebecca had an epiphany.
"Oh my gosh, I almost forgot! Names, you two need names." Rebecca suddenly said breaking the silence.
"Why can't we just be Henry and Vicki Fitzroy?" Vicki asked.
"Because, we most definitely would cause a rift, using our real names. You are a PI in the future, I am a famous graphic novelist. If we run into anyone that remembers us, writes it down so to speak, then we've created a problem." Vicki thought a moment.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. So, who are we?" Vicki asked Rebecca smiling rather sarcastically at her.
"Well, how about Richmond and Victoria Henry? Sort of a wordplay on your names," Rebecca sounded innocent when she said it but Vicki suspected that there was something more to it.
Back in Vicki and Henry's Time:
Coreen had put Cason down for the night, had a wonderful lovemaking session with Clark and decided to look through her book. It was a supposed history book of the Salem witch trials. It had stories and drawings of the events that had occurred. She flopped down on the living room couch, put it on her lap and settled in. Coreen felt just a pull of magic from it. She opened the book just randomly turning the pages. She was engrossed in one of the stories when the book slapped shut rather quickly.
"What the..?" Coreen pried it open again with some difficutly.
"Allright you stupid book," Coreen pulled her magic out, laid her hand on the cover and commanded it to open. Surprisingly, it did.
"There, was that so..." Coreen stopped her mouth hanging open to where the book had opened itself to.
"Oh..my..." Coreen read the story out loud...
"One Victoria Henry was hanged for improper conduct and language becoming to a lady of her time and on suspicion of being or consorting with known witches..." Coreen thought to herself the woman sounded a lot like...it was before she finished that thought she saw the picture of the man and woman..
"Holy shit!! Vicki and Henry.."