Hey everybody!! Sorry that I haven't been writing in a while. By the way English Doctor, I like writing this story, and will continue writing this story until I get bored with it. Anyways, I deleted your review, and will the next time, and the next time, and etc. (You get my point!) Well, here's the second chapter!

"That's even bigger then I imagined." Daphne said, jumping off her horse and landing on the ground gracefully. Fred jumped down and stumbled, grabbing onto Daphne and pulling her down to the ground.

"Sorry, Daph." He said, sheepishly. Ignoring him, she pulled herself up, and went over to the light. The odd thing was, it wasn't a bunch of lights. It was a portal.

"Mr. Jones, what can you make out of this?" She ran her hand over the jelly-like surface. Her hand went right through it. She gasped and pulled it our.

"Let's go in." He said, pushing her inside the portal.

"Hey-" She was cut off as she was enveloped into darkness. Daphne felt Fred move past her.

"Where are we?" Fred asked. His voice echoed throughout the darkness.

You aren't anywhere. This is a place of nothingness. Your first mission is in France. You are to slay Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The voice paused.

"Where are you? No wait. Don't answer that." Fred backed into Daphne.

"I don't understand. What do you want us to do?" Daphne's accent cut through the silence.

You are to slay the monster and then return to me. I will give you another mission after that. You'll find me by the different portals found on the outskirts of town. So long. I wish you luck. The voice stopped, and a portal appeared in front of Daphne and Fred.

"Let's get going." Fred took Daphne's hand and pulled her into the portal. They were immediately dropped into the outskirts of Paris, France where luckily, it was raining.

"What are we supposed to do now?" Daphne wailed, sinking to the soggy ground. "I can't fight!" Fred ignored her, just as she had done earlier.

"I wonder what year it is." Fred mumbled. He caught sight of a farmer walking towards them, carrying a weapon. "Excuse me sir, what year is it?"

"Why do you want to know?" He eyed Fred suspiciously.

"It's for my daughter. She says it's 1850, but I say it's not." The farmer glanced back at Daphne sobbing quietly, her beautiful dress in complete disarray.

"It's 1888." With all said, the man walked away, mumbling that Daphne wasn't Fred's daughter. Fred sighed and returned to Daphne.

"So…. it's 1888." He sat down next to her.

"Yes, Mr. Jones. I heard the man. I also heard you say sir to that farmer. Tittles are only given to those of royalty or great riches. Never to farmers." Fred offered her his hand, and she pulled herself up.

"Thank-you for my etiquette lesson, Daphne." He said, walking slightly ahead of her, watching as she ran to catch up to him.

"By the way, why do you keep calling me Daphne? Only my parents, family, very close friends, or my lover call me by my first name. Everyone else must call me 'Miss Blake' of 'Mistress Blake'. So, why are we going to the city? Won't we attract attention?"

"My guess is that we'll be traveling through a lot of different time periods."

"So we'll continue traveling until that thing decided to be so kind as to send us back to our time?"

"Maybe we'll find a different time that we'll both like, and settle into it."

"But what about our lives? Both of us are engaged and have a high title in society. I love Velken." She said sadly. "We don't even know each other that much. How could we even think about going off to the past or future together? I mean-" Daphne's thought was broken apart when a boy about the same age as her was tossed into the streets, followed by a women. Fred walked up to them.

"Are you alright?" Fred pulled the women up, noticing Daphne's sudden attitude change.

"Come along Mr. Jones. They are of not high society. They are at the bottom, along with slaves." She tried to tug him along, but he stayed firmly on the ground.

"Wow, look at this Velma." The man said. He had a scratchy voice that made Daphne flinch upon hearing. 'Velma' got up and wandered over to Daphne and Fred. "It's a princess!" He pointed at Daphne.

"I'm not a princess. Mr. Jones, please tell him-" She pointed to the man, "-Tell him to stop calling me 'princess'." She moved closer to Fred as Velma came closer to her.

"Why are you here?" Velma asked, poking Daphne. "What's your name?"

"We're here to slay Mr. Hyde. That's Daphne Blake." He pointed to Daphne. The man came over to her.

"I'm Norville Rogers."

"And I'm married; to Freddie. That's Freddie." Daphne pointed to Fred. He gave her a confused look.

"Darling, can I speak to you for a moment?" Daphne nodded. Fred pulled her away from Norville and Velma. "Why did you say that we were married?"

"I just wanted to protect myself." She looked back at the other couple, sighed, that turned back to Fred.

"So… since I'm your 'lover', do I get to call you Daphne legally?"

"You were paying attention!" She smiled.

"Answer please."

"Yes." Daphne walked back to Velma and Norville, smiling smugly to herself as she passed Fred.