Disclaimer:  Same as before.  I own nothing, not even the clothes on my back L  Seriously, though, all the characters belong either to Disney or… well… history I guess.

Oh, another small point.  Although my major is History, I don't claim to be completely accurate with the historical details.  Artistic license and all that jazz.

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Chapter Two – Realisation dawns

January 15th 1658 (London)

"Quick, get out of the road!" Lizzie yelled to Gordo, dragging him over to the pavement, and off of the cobbled road.  It was just in time too, for an enormous stage coach rattled past at that very moment.  A ginger-haired figure was peering out of the window, waving elegantly.

"You sounded just like Frodo then Liz," Gordo muttered, rubbing the back of his head.  "Where are we?" He asked again. 

"It looks like those pictures we saw in our British history course books," Lizzie replied. 

"But how did we end up here?  One minute we were in your attic… then… poof!" Gordo exclaimed, moving his hands in the universal expression of an explosion.

"I have no idea, but we need to find a newspaper and make sure we haven't gone insane," Lizzie decided, worrying about the idea that just popped into her head.  She walked up to the nearest person standing on the curb of the pavement and asked if she could point the way to a newsagents. 

"A what lovey?" The person replied.  Only then did Lizzie take in the details of the clothing of the people around her.  They were all wearing floor-length brown dresses with their hair tied up into plaits or buns.  She looked down at her own outfit, which consisted off knee length jeans, with a butterfly halfway down the leg, and a peasant shirt.  Critiquing Gordo's clothing she came to the same conclusion.  They stuck out like a couple of sore thumbs.

"Psst… Gordo," she exclaimed trying to catch his attention.  Gordo was engrossed in watching the enormous procession going past through the street. "We need to get away from this street and find some clothes."

"Why?  You look gorgeous as you are." Gordo replied.

Lizzie blushed and glanced down, but then she looked up again quickly.  "That's not important, have you not noticed the people around us?  They all look like they're from old England."  Gordo was about to scoff away her theory but then thought about the facts harder.  They weren't in the attic anymore that was true.  And they were on cobbled street.  And the place stank. 

"Amazingly Lizzie something we learned in school seems to have actually helped us in the real world.  As unrealistic and extreme as it may be it looks like we… we travelled in time and space to London.  And if the clothing is anything to go by, it looks like the late Tudor period."

"Er… Gordo?  When was the witch-burning period in England?" Lizzie looked worried.

"Um, I don't think it got very important until the reign of James I.  We should be okay.  He was a Stuart and the procession looked rather like a coronation or something.  Unless James I had a sex-change I don't think we're in trouble for wearing clothes like this."

"Still, people are beginning to look at us strangely.  We should grab some clothes from somewhere.  If we were in the movies, there would be a handy washing-line around somewhere for us to just take some clothes."  They both looked around them but unfortunately saw no washing-lines.  What they did spot though, was an open door.

To be continued…

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