The sunlight streamed in through the window, falling upon Annie Lockwood's face. She opened her eyes groggily and looked around. Instead of seeing her messy room, with clothes strewn everywhere, her computer humming in the corner, she was in a gigantic room that was most definitely not her own. The curtains were made of delicate lace, and the room was dripping with gold and mahogany. Her bedcovers were a rich velvet material, which she promptly kicked off of her legs and unsteadily stood up.

There was a knock on the door, and Annie turned towards it, her face resembling a deer caught in headlights. The knob turned, and there stood Devonny Stratton in all her splendor. "Miss Lockwood," she said dryly "I assure you that we just adore your little visits, but next time could you possibly try to be slightly less spontaneous?"

Annie just grinned at Devonny and replied "Alrite, Dev, I'll make sure to mail a letter next time."

Devonny couldn't resist. She grinned back (which her father would most certainly have disapproved of; young ladies should not show their teeth when they smile, they should only have sweet, demure smiles on their faces at all times) and ran forward to hug Annie (Mr. Stratton probably wouldn't have approved of that either).

Grabbing Annie by the hands, she asked her excitedly "So, what thrilling adventure has brought you here this time?" Annie's face dropped, and bit her bottom lip to keep herself from crying. "There was a terrible accident back in my time, Dev. M-my family, th-they…" her words trailed off as the tears began to fall. Devonny could not believe her eyes, nor her ears. Miss Anna Sophia, crying?? That was not something a lady of her time usually did. And what of her family? Had all of them passed away or something else dreadful?

"Shh. It is alright, Anna Sophia. You are here, among your friends that love you dearly." Devonny whispered, taking Annie into her arms to comfort her. Annie sniffled and hugged Devonny fiercely.

"There, there. Let's get you washed up, and I assume you'll be borrowing one of my gowns again," Devonny said playfully, a twinkle in her eyes. Annie let out a slight laugh and replied "I guess my pajama pants and tank top aren't exactly Victorian wear." Devonny stepped back and eyed Annie's clothes critically. She let out a sigh and said "Come with me. We'll get you out of that futuristic garbage you call fashion."

Annie was about to defend her pajamas, when she stopped suddenly. "Hey, Dev. What year is it?"

Devonny stopped at the doorway and replied "It's June 17th, 1897."

Annie's mouth fell open in silent shock.

-wow, I definitely have not written in FOREVER and I am feeling the guilt here people! So, I wrote a quick filler chapter, because I have come up with a new storyline. For those of you that are big enthusiasts of the books, maybe you have figured out what it is? Hint: look at the year Dev told Annie…

-Also, I want to say a BIG THANKS to all the people that reviewed, even when I was on my hiatus from writing. It means a lot, so keep up the good work!!