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Sorry to keep you all waiting so long. I've had tonnes of course-work and stuff. So I'm now updating the fics, in this totally screwed up order. But yeah. Hope you like the twist in the story. I didn't want Suze to die so I created another storyline that'll hopefully end with her living. I hope. Depends if I get writers block or not. Hehe

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I stared down at the patch-work quilt feeling completely dumb. Mostly because everyone was treating me like a buttercup. I suppose the fact that I looked like a nineteenth century rich kid didn't help much. The dress had done it. They all assumed that I'd been kidnapped by some outlaw and left out here for a ransom. A story that I'd encouraged as much as possible.

I mean, could you blame me? Here I was in the middle of another CENTURY after finding out that I'd DIED. I didn't know what the hell was going on. Most of all why I was alive again. I played with the frayed end of one of the towels I'd been given to wash with. Another thing I'd found out about this era:

They have no hot water.

Not to modern day standards anyway. I guess to them it was pretty good. I mean, it wasn't their fault that they were born before central heating and stuff. But a warm bath after the day I'd had would have been nice. I heard a small knock at the door, as a pretty girl with a blonde braid poked her head in. I smiled at her and gestured for her to come in.

She grinned down at me.

"Hello Kathleen." I said in a weak voice.

Kathleen was the exact opposite of me. With her perfectly straight blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She was also much smaller. She reminded me of an angel. A very fashion obsessed angel at that. She seemed to have this thing about getting me into as many designer dresses as possible. I watched in amazement as she dropped the ten layers of beautiful clothing on my bed. I was aware of the fact my mouth had dropped open as she began to colour co-ordinate the hundreds of dresses. They were beautiful.

"Okay," she muttered under her breath, "my mother has agreed to let you stay here as long as you need to. And my father has sent out every able man and boy to hunt for your captors. There is no chance they can escape."

I nodded without paying much attention. I was far too interested in the beautiful ocean green gown she'd pulled out of the tangle of garments. She observed me watching and smiled.

"You like?" she asked with amusement. Being the owners' daughter, she was very rich. And seeing my obvious distress at being at her ranch, she had declared that she would get her servants to make me a wardrobe of dresses that evening. I hadn't actually realised that she'd meant it.

"Yes. I mean, it's beautiful." I replied softly. Touching the silky skirt in awe. It was even more beautiful than my birthday dress. She nodded before hanging it up on a peg on the front of my wardrobe.

"You should wear it tonight to dinner. We have many new guests arriving. You needn't worry about your appearance. These are some of the finest dress materials this side of the border. Plus it matches the under-tones in your eyes." She told me matter-of-factly.

I smiled at her as she went about sorting out the rest of my wardrobe in the same matter-of-fact manner.

"Thank you." I told her calmly. She looked up looking kind of stunned.

"You know," she told me happily, "that is the first time any of my parents guests have ever said that."

So much for olden day manners, I thought absently. I couldn't help but feel a certain rush of warmth towards the petite girl as she finished off and left with a smile. She was nice at least.

Maybe she could help in the event of me being stuck here forever.

I was still thinking about it as I got ready for dinner and stood in front of the full length mirror to admire the finished effect. I was shocked at how beautiful the dress actually looked. The corset pulled in my tiny waist, and emphasised my hips. I kind of liked 19th century fashion. I glanced at the small clock on my dressing table. Ten minutes till dinner.

"You will see him again. It's destiny. However: whether or not you stay together is your making." I rolled my eyes as I turned and found Madam Zara standing behind me.

"Don't you ever get bored of doing that?" I asked her boldly. She smiled at me, her eyes roving up and down my dress critically.

"You won't have any problems impressing the men tonight. I have no doubt that you'll have several proposals within the next few days."

I gave her a stern look. Was she kidding?

"There's only one guy I'm interested in marrying, and he's in another realm right now. So don't hold out on being asked to be flower girl."

She shook her head softly. "You don't get it do you?" she asked with pity.

"Get what?"

"By telling you your destiny before it happened I changed your fate. By knowing about it, you had the power to change your direction. I was the one that allowed you know which door to travel through. I want you and Jesse to be together. But you must first prove your love."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" I asked feeling annoyed, "he isn't even here."

She smiled again and stroked back some of my hopelessly curly hair.

"Isn't he?" she asked.

Then she went. Leaving me to trudge down the stairs in the vain hope that maybe I'd been dreaming and that Andy would be there cooking Tacos or something. No such luck.

The smartly dressed men and women surrounded the table, waiting primly for their first course. Since I'd been given free board here, I was to sit with them. Which presented a whole other issue. How did 19th century women eat? Which fork came first?

I was trying to harness some of my confusion when I noticed something else that was much more shocking than the other thing.

Was that Jesse?