Coreen was in shock. How the did they get into this book? Something had gone wrong, Coreen could feel it. She decided to call Dr. Sagara.
"Hi, I'm sorry to call so late but, I think we have a problem," Coreen told Bettie over the phone. She explained in short version about them leaving and now her book having pictures of them under different names. Bettie told her to come right away and bring the book. Coreen told Clark she's running an errand. He's so used to her crazy life with Vicki, he thought nothing of it.
"Cason should sleep all night but.." Clark stopped her.
"I think I can handle it, you go. I'll be awake when you get back," Coreen smiled knowing what that means. She worried all the way to the college. She continued to glance over at the open book, making sure nothing had changed.
Bettie was waiting for her in her office.
"Come in my dear, let me see that book," Bettie looked over it, reading over some other stories briefly to see what they had to say.
"Well, I'm afraid there isn't anything you can really do. I'm sorry Coreen but if they have gone back in time as I suspect, then they will have to right things themselves." Bettie said with a sigh. It saddened her to think things had gone awry.
"Wait, they must still be there though right, I mean, if this had truly taken place, things would off in this time. I wouldn't be married, Clark, Cason.." she snapped her fingers, "Vicki's kids.." Coreen pulled her cell out and called the number..her eyes went wide.
"Disconnected." She said flatly.
"That doesn't make sense, how can we be here and she be gone?" Coreen plopped down on Bettie's couch.
"Sweetie, time is a delicate thing. How long are they supposed to be gone?" She asked sitting beside her.
"Well forever apparently," Coreen huffed out rolling her eyes.
"No, their original time," Bettie asked quietly.
"For three more days."
"Allright, let's not panic until we see what happens then. If the book doesn't change, if they don't return, if you can't find things here in the future such as their children, then we worry, okay?" Bettie smiled that sweet smile she always had. You knew Bettie was a beautiful woman in her time. It was her beauty, intelligence and sweet nature that had more than likely drawn Henry to her when she was younger. And it took nothing but looking at Henry to draw you to him.
"That might be too late," Coreen said sadly. She would have to wait and watch. She was not letting that book out of her sight. She thanked Dr. Sagara and started home. She hoped Dr. Sagara was right, surely Vicki could fix things, couldn't she? She looked over at the book, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"Please come home Vicki," Coreen whispered out loud.
Back in Salem:
"What's the plan Rebecca?" Vicki asked as the carriage stopped.
"I want to introduce you to the Reverend. He will feel your magic, he'll be intrigued. Then, I want to trap him, expose him using it."
"And how do we do that?" Vicki asked.
"Haven't quite figured it out yet, it will come to me though," Rebecca said climbing out of the carriage. George did not help her, this is something Vicki noticed.
"A modern woman stuck back in the seventeenth century," Vicki said.
"Yes, I know. I'll get you back," Rebecca thought Vicki was talking about herself.
"I wasn't talking about me, I was talking about you." Vicki smiled. Rebecca stopped walking and looked at her descendant, Vicki. She smiled at her knowing that Vicki was all the things she couldn't be, independent, strong-willed, she could use language that Rebecca only used in the bedroom, things Rebecca wanted so much to do and couldn't.
"God puts us in the right time for a reason Vicki. You my dear are more strong-willed than I am, whereas I can control myself better."
"I don't know that I agree with that statement," George said smiling a half-smile.
Rebecca nudged him and giggled. They were so much in love, just like Vicki and Henry. Vicki knew she had to help her. She would get Henry and her back if she had to by herself. She didn't know however, that things would take a drastic turn.
Rebecca knocked on the Rev. Samuel Parris' door. Their housemaid, Tituba answered.
"May I help you m'lady?" The woman asked politely.
"Yes, I need to see the Reverend. My..sister and her husband are here and they need to speak with him. They want to relocate, they are only here until tomorrow evening and they need to speak with him about the church."
Good story Vicki thought. Rebecca was quick, another good trait. Tituba looked around at Vicki and Henry, or rather Richmond and Victoria.
"I'll go gets him for ya." She told them.
"Great story," Vicki whispered.
"Thanks," Rebecca answered back. Henry and George were standing side by side.
"These two are something aren't they," George whispered to Henry.
"You have no idea," Henry said. Rebecca quickly told Henry to slip into an English accent, to make their story more believable.
The Reverend came to the door in his shirt and pants, he had taken off his overcoat for the evening.
"Come in Rebecca, George, how nice to see you," the Reverend was being sugary nice, it was obvious to Vicki.
"Reverend," Rebecca pointed to Henry and Vicki, "this is my sister Victoria and her husband, Richmond Henry. They are moving here from England. They want to speak with you about the church. They are Catholic, he is thinking of converting to Protestant."
"Hello," Henry, using his original accent that had long been gone, shook the Reverend's hand,"So good to meet you sir." Vicki's eyes looked over at Henry. She opened her mind enough to him to say..you are so using that accent later..to which Henry smiled with his eyes at her in response, letting her know he heard. The Reverend narrowed his eyes at Vicki. She was not sure whether he picked up on her use or magic just then but she suspected he did.
"So, Catholic huh? Hmm..we've got our work cut out then 'ey?" He motioned them to sit and sent Tituba for tea.
"I was not aware you had a sister Rebecca," the Reverend looked Vicki over. Vicki kept looking at him. He looked so very familiar. Who did he remind her of?
"Yes, well I've been gone awhile but we want to be close to family. We want our children to grow up together, know one another. My husband is very weathly, he can contribute a lot to the church," Vicki knew the mention of money for the church would perk the Reverend up. Her PI skills worked even in the past.
"Well he is now is he?" She was right. He was licking his lips and eyeballing Henry.
"What is it that you do sir?" the Reverend asked.
"Imports, exports, you know many overseas with my family in London," The mention of "London" made Vicki twinge just a little..her baby was her thought, not the city.
"So, are you expecting Mrs. Henry? Is that why the urgency to move?" She opened her mouth to say no but Rebecca stopped her.
"Yes she is, just found out actually," Vicki frowned at her but played along. Henry found it amusing.
"Yes, we are thrilled!" Vicki put her arm through Henry's leaning into him. She was trying to very hard to fit in. It was killing her.
"Well, how about you two come back tomorrow morning, say about nine?"
"Sounds good, we'll be here," Henry agreed before Vicki could protest. They left the Reverend's house not having been there more than thirty minutes.
After closing the door, the Reverend turned to Tituba and said, "Get the magistrate.They are both witches. We will have them hanged by nightfall."
"PREGNANT? You told him I'm PREGNANT?? You know you've just jinxed me.." Vicki sighed out. Henry was still amused.
"Vicki, come on..speaking it in a lie does not make it so." Henry kissed her to stop her from a tirade he knew was coming.
"Consider it undercover Vicki, it's what you do it is not?" Rebecca said climbing back into the carriage.
"And it's not like you'll be here long enough for him to see that it might be a lie," Rebecca told her settling in next to George.
"Allright, but you'd better figure out something fast," Vicki told Rebecca.
Rebecca pursed her lips frowning at her.
"I realize the urgency, but what can we do? How will we draw him out? All it will take is someone see something out in public, he'll be exposed as a fraud and it's over..but what? What do we do?" Rebecca was on the verge of tears. Vicki knew that kind of cry, anger and hormones.
Vicki thought a moment..."I have an idea..."