Emera opened her eyes slowly. Looking around she realized she was in a completely different place. Before Emera could gather her thoughts, a man walked up to her, which startled her. Without thinking, Emera jumped up and punched the man. Emera saw a flash of movement and she looked to her right. There was another man standing a few feet away on a dirt path. "Don't think I'm afraid of you!" She said, wishing she wasn't afraid. The man smiled slightly. "I don't want you to be, senorita." He said, slowly walking over to help the other man, the one Emera punched, stand up. "Who are you?" Emera asked. "I'm Diego de la Vega and this is my manservant, Bernardo." Emera raised and eyebrow. "Manservant?" She asked. Diego nodded. "What year is it?" She asked, thinking the two were quite insane. "1822." Diego replied without hesitation. "What?" Emera asked, now believing they were very crazy. "1822." Diego said again. "You...You're not kidding?" Emera stuttered. "No, I'm not. You're in Los Angeles, California 1822." Diego said. Before she knew what had happen, the ground had come up to meet Emera's head.
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Emera groaned and rubbed her throbbing head. "What happened?" She asked, not really expecting an answer. She was surprised to hear someone say , "You passed out after I told you what year it was." Emera thought about it for a brief second before she jumped out of the makeshift bed she was in. "What? Diego! So it wasn't my imagination?" Diego shook his head. "No, you're in Los Angeles, 1822." Emera sighed. "How did this happen?" She asked rhetorically. "Where are you from, senorita?" Diego asked. "Beerwha." Emera replied. "Beerwha?" Diego asked. "You know, Beerwha on the Sunshine Coast in Australia." Emera said, looking around. Just then, Alejandro and Bernardo came into the library and Diego stood up. "This is my father, Don Alejandro de la Vega. You still have not told us your name." Emera looked at Alejandro and smiled. "My name is Emera Stokes. Where am I?" She asked, looking around again. "You're in the de la Vega Hacienda." Alejandro answered. "What? That's impossible! I was leaving my house to go camping and study some lizards! How did I end up here?" Emera fell back onto the bed. "I don't know, Senorita." Diego said. Emera stood up again. "Please, just call me Emera." She said, walking around a little. Looking at Diego she asked, "Entirely, what did happen earlier?" Diego shrugged. "All I know is that we, Bernardo and I, were coming home and we saw you on the side of the road. When we tried to help you, you panicked, punched Bernardo and threatened me. When I told you my name and the year you passed out." Diego said. "Oh." Emera blushed slightly and looked at Bernardo. "I'm sorry about hitting you." Bernardo just looked at her. "I think you should know that Bernardo can't hear or speak." Diego explained, before signing to Bernardo that Emera was sorry. Bernardo smiled at Emera, who seemed relieved that everything was all right. "What year do you live in, Emera?" Alejandro asked. "2002." Emera replied. "2002?" Diego looked at Alejandro then back to Emera, "No wonder you were so surprised when I told you what year it was! You seemed to have traveled back into the past over 150 years!" He commented. "Seemed? Don't you believe me?" Emera demanded. "It is a fascinating story you tell, Emera." Alejandro said. "I'm not lying! I was born October 16, 1979, my full name being Emerald Skylar Stokes. I live in Beerwha on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, Australia. My mum's name is Lucy and my father was called Dan. My best friend is Michelle Sommers. I graduated from College with a degree in Biology. What else do you want to know? My first pet was a dog named Bird who liked to chew shoes and he later ate my goldfish, Jaws. What else do you want? What else?" Emera sat on the bed and put her head in her hands and slowly rocked back and fourth. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just confused." Emera's headache returned and she laid down, "I'm sorry about yelling.." She said, before passing out again.