"What do you think, Diego?" Alejandro asked, breaking the silence of the chess game. "About what?" Diego asked. "Emera and her story." Alejandro said. "Oh, I believe her. She is very confident in what she says." Diego replied. "Si, she believes what she says, but I still don't know to trust her." Diego smiled. "Oh? Perhaps she is like Anita Cabrillo? No one believes her, even when she tells the truth." Alejandro shrugged. "What about you, Bernardo?" Diego turned in his chair and looked at the servant who was standing a few feet away, listening. "What do you think about Emera?" Bernardo made a few signs. "You believe her?" Diego asked. Bernardo signed some more, saying that Emera was very sure of herself, and pointed out something that Diego had been thinking about. "Si, Emera's clothes are..interesting, aren't they?" Diego looked at Alejandro. "My clothes aren't 'interesting.'" Emera said, coming out of the library, looking like she was still half asleep. "No..they're just unusual." Diego said. "Unusual? Blue jeans and a tee shirt? Not in my time, buddy." Emera quipped. "But this isn't your time." Diego pointed out. Emera sighed. "You're right, it's not." She said, walking up to the table. "Please sit down." Alejandro said. Emera sat down and looked at the pieces on the chessboard. "You play chess?" She asked. "Quite often." Alejandro said. "I could probably beat both of you." Emera mumbled. Diego smiled. "Perhaps, later, we can see." Emera looked up, not knowing that they had heard, "But first you need to tell us exactly what happen before you got here." Emera sighed. "Do you need a drink?" Alejandro asked. "Yes, could I have some water, please?" Emera asked. "Si, I send Bernardo to get you some." Diego looked at Bernardo and made a few signs before the servant nodded and walked off. "Now, what happen?" Diego asked. "What do you want to know?" Emera asked, idly toying with a chess piece. "Just what you were doing before you got here." Diego said. "Ok, lets see." Emera looked down and thought for a moment. "Well, it was Saturday morning and I had woken up early, about five. I packed some clothes and food since I was going to spend the weekend camping. Anywho, I ate my breakfast, I ate golden grams, fed my python, and locked my house. I picked up my suitcase and walked down to the street. I talked to my neighbor, Mike, for a few minutes. After that, I tried to cross the street, but." Emera trailed off suddenly and gasped. "I GOT HIT BY A TRUCK! I'M..I'M DEAD!" She screamed. "Now, Emera, I don't think you're dead." Diego said. Emera ignored him. "Oh, my gosh! I got hit by a truck while crossing the street, I died, and my soul or whatever, traveled to the past!" Emera looked at Diego and Alejandro, and then at Bernardo when he came back with her water. "Oh, no!" Emera sighed and past out again.
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"I don't believe it!" Emera said, pacing the library, "I'm dead!" Bernardo, who was standing in the doorway, watched her as she walked around. Emera looked at Bernardo and forced a smile. Bernardo smiled back and moved towards the desk, offering Emera a drink. Emera shook her head and sat down. "It's so strange." She said, looking at the floor, "I leave my own time and place and come here, where I don't belong., where I feel out of place. I have no family, no friends. I just want to go home." Emera put her head in her hands and sighed, thinking about her small house, her friends and her family in Australia. To Emera's surprise, a few tears ran down her cheeks, when a hand gently lifted her head and a cloth dried her tears. Emera looked up and saw Bernardo smiling at her. "Thank you." She whispered, even though Emera thought Bernardo couldn't hear her. Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z~Z