Emera looked at the dress, which had been put on her bed. "Diego, I haven't worn a dress since my senior prom, and I think this is even fancier than it was!" She said, laughing slightly. "Please just wear it, Emera. It may be considered improper if you don't" Diego replied, smiling at her. Emera sighed. "Alright, you win. I'll wear it." She said, smiling back at Diego. "Gracias," Diego said, before leaving. Emera sighed again, before changing into the dress. Looking into the mirror, Emera laughed at how she looked. Her hair was a bit messy, and she was wearing dirty hiking boots with a nice dress. She walked over to the small vanity table and brushed her hair before pulling it back into a simple ponytail. "That works." She said to herself, before walking out of the room. She was almost run over by Bernardo, who was hurrying to Diego's room. Bernardo was surprised to notice the difference that the dress and hairstyle had made. Emera looked down at her feet, revealing the boots. Bernardo looked down, and looked back up, grinning. Just then, Diego came out of his room. "Now, just what is so funny?" He asked. "There's only one miss-matched article in this outfit. My boots." Emera said, showing Diego her boots. "They're fine. The dress should hide them." He said, smiling. "Cool. I don't much like any fancy-like shoes." She replied, smiling back. "Patron, the carriage is ready for you." Diego looked down onto the patio. "Gracias, Pepe." He said to the boy, who then nodded and walked out the gate again. "Carriage?" Emera asked as they walked down the stairs. "Si, that's how we're getting to the pueblo." Diego explained. "I don't mean to cause trouble," Emera said, "But do you think we could ride horses? I haven't ridden since I was a young girl." Diego looked at Emera and smiled. "Si, we'll ride if you want to." He said, before signing to Bernardo, who nodded and walked away. "Oh, thank you Diego!" Emera smiled. "Our times are so different. We don't have servants or slaves in my time, only butlers and maids who choose to work and get paid fair wages on a regular basis. Basically no one in my time use horses as a vital source of transportation, mostly cars. There's violence, murders and kidnappings. People kill others because they don't like their beliefs, skin colors, or even over silly disagreements. If I didn't have so many responsibilities in my time I'd want to stay here." Diego shook his head. "This time, my time, isn't much different from yours. Banditos rob and kill innocent people almost daily. Men defy the laws, hoping to get rich quick. Men with possessions become tyrants, treating their inferiors with cruelty. Sometimes it's not even safe to leave your own home." He said. Emera thought about what Diego had said. "Maybe no place is really safe." Diego nodded, then looked down at her dress. "You may have difficulty riding in that." He commented. "Oh?" Emera grinned. "I guess we'll see." Just then Bernardo came back and signed that the horses were ready. Diego nodded and soon the three were riding towards Los Angeles. "You'd be blown away by the Los Angeles of my time." Emera said. "High-rise buildings, sky-scrapers, taxi cabs and movie stars. I've only been there once, but I won't soon forget it." Emera looked around. "Wow, It's really beautiful out here." She said. "Yes, it is." Diego agreed. "The rain has just started coming back after a long drought. The plants are starting to grow again, but before everything was dry and brown." Emera looked around again, smiling.