(John's P.O.V.) -A few minutes later, in the time of 1609-

I clutched my hands tightly as I glanced upon the broken mirror upon its side, and I was devastated that I didn't have a way back to Bethany, yet I wondered if Grandmother Willow has something up her sleeves, er, branches. I sighed deeply as I noticed that I was back in my old clothes, and I was worried as I checked my pockets, praying that it was there.

I exhaled deeply as I brought out the accompanying groom's ring, knowing that Bethany will discover my gift in a couple of days in her time. It was gold with braided silver diamonds. I smiled softly as I tucked it back tightly into my breastpocket, holding it close to my heart.

I racketed my mind for the memories of the sequel, knowing that now I couldn't bear to be on that path, and desperate to change my path, my destiny. I knew I had to find Smith. I heard of where he lives, and if I remember right, he was chased by guards and Ratcliffe during the time of my journey, maybe by a week or so before I arrived at Virginia.

But first, I have to know when I am at, for if I was gone for a intended time, the king must have thought I was dead. I headed back the way out of the alley to the main street, and I saw the broken carriage, with some people helping the coachman. I figured that I was gone for four minutes here while I was back with Bethany for four months. Probably due to the powers' doing.

I took a deep breath, and headed over. The people and the coachman noticed me. "Mr. Rolfe, have you found Lenard?".

I bowed my head, "I am sorry, but I lost him. I believed he ran into the woods.". The coachman sighed lightly, "I knew he was jittery this morning. And now I have a broken carriage, and you are becoming late by the minute, Mr. Rolfe, I'm so sorry.".

"Don't you concern yourself, my man. You must go to your home, and rest with a cold towel upon your head. I've heard wonders that it works upon pain of the head.". I replied firmly. The coachman sighed deeply, and one of the bystanders replied, "I'll make sure he gets home, sir.". I nodded, "That's very sincere of you. I must fetch another carriage upon the way. I cannot be late.".

I then walked down the driveway, sprinting quickly as soon as I noticed that they are shrinking back into unnoticed view. Then I heard the clops of a horse, the rustles of a carriage, and I stepped back, and I saw one of the communal carriages, and I held up a hand, called out, "Coach!".

Gratefully, the carriage stopped with a coachman calling down. "Hello, sire, what may I do for you?". I smiled softly, "I request a ride to the palace. I have received a message from the king of requiring my presence.". The coachman nodded, "Of course, sire. Come in.".

I bowed my head, "Many thanks.". I opened the door, and closed it as I sat upon the familiar velvet seating. I only hope that the king accepts my apologies for the incident, and I pray the queen calms him down in case if he's in a temper. And I very, very much pray that Ratcliffe isn't there.

-Next day-

I sighed heavily as I glanced up at the tall building, which one of the housing rooms is inhabited by Smith. I was relieved that the king was expecting the reports of the voyage, and grateful for my memory, I gave a perfect report, and I subtly suggested of the custom about giving a gift to the foreign ruler. Gratefully, the queen suggested a noble-looking horse that she was considering to give away.

I accepted the suggestion, knowing that the queen is a respectable rider and she adores horses. I knew I can handle him if it was the same one from the sequel. And he was, and the queen had named him Magnus. As I am currently the owner of him now, I rode him home, housing him in the stables nearby in my neighborhood.

I don't know if Mrs. Jenkins believed about everything I told her last night, but she told that she will always support me no matter what, and she knows that love is a strong emotion. She gratefully told me stories about Smith, not a lot, but some, still. He was in the hospital for quite a while, and recently healed some time ago.

I walked up the long stairs between floors, making it to the top one with the balcony. I took a deep breath, and knocked on it twice, and I waited patiently, hearing footsteps on the other side. The door opened to reveal Smith, and he nodded, "Hello, whom am I speaking to?".

"John Rolfe. I've heard of your journey to Virginia. I am very curious about the New World. You see, I am preparing a voyage to there as I was given the honor by the king to talk to this Chief of the New World, and ask him to sail with me back to London.". I replied firmly yet politely.

Smith blinked, and sighed, "Please come in. Pocahontas wouldn't be pleased about this if she heard about this.". I came in, blinking in pretend confusion as the door was closed by Smith. "Pocahontas?". Smith smiled softly, "What do you know about my journey, Rolfe?".

I spoke softly, "That you were part of a colony, setting out for land and gold within the king's name, and that you actually met the natives there.". Smith sighed. "At least Ratcliffe isn't lying to the king yet.".

I frowned, "John Ratcliffe, you mean? He had claimed that the natives has gold and that they were striving for war over it.". Smith growled lightly, "I had spoken to Pocahontas before I left Virginia upon my recent injury, and there isn't gold. Just copper and wood, and fur that her people have. War isn't the answer and it's foolish! The chief wouldn't allow for it as he's a peaceful man.".

Smith sighed, "Please have a seat. This is quite the story I am going to tell you.". I sat softly and quickly into a stool. And I knew he's going to tell everything from the first movie, in his point of view, and I will listen.