Shoutouts!

Translucentflame: AHHH! DIE BOSTON! But I love you 'cause you reviewed!

TheAngryPrincess13: Ah...The Look of Death. I know it well.

Nosilla: BECAUSE I WANT TO TORTURE YOU! MUAHAHAHAHA...

Unknown-Dreams: That's the only reason anyone ever watches/plays football. It's all in the pants. -grins at not-purposeful innuendo-

andthenyouwokeup: Boo Patriots! Yay Tom Brady!

I reached out to touch the doorknob, just to make sure it was actually real. Sure enough, the brass was solid and cold beneath my fingers. Feeling my knees weaken in shock, I twisted the doorknob and pushed open the door. When I entered, the first thing I saw was...

"Jenny?"

Jenny looked up with surprise. She was sitting on the couch with three newsboys, whom I recognized to be Bumlets, Jack, and Mush. She stared at me for two minutes, saying nothing. Finally, she said, "Do I know you?" I faltered; this was not the first thing I expected to come out of her mouth. I was thinking of something more like, "Hey, Tory! What the heck are we doing in nineteenth century New York?" or something like that.

"Uhm...yeah. It's me, Tory! You know, your weird fanfiction slasher friend who manages to enjoy heavy metal and Broadway at the same time..." Her expression did not change.

"How do you know my name?" she asked. I paused.

"You really don't know me?" She shook her head. "I frowned, and leaned against the wall, stumped. How on earth was I here in 1899 New York, and Jenny was here as well, but she didn't recognize me? "Huh. That's funny."

"How do you know me?" I smirked, unable to resist an opportunity to freak her out.

"Jennifer Lee Merian, born June ninth. Your favorite colors are green and orange, and you like..." I paused, trying to think of something that would apply in the nineteenth century as well as the twenty-first century. "Uhm...I can't think of anything else right now." She was standing, looking terrified. I couldn't blame her, really; I'd probably freak if someone I didn't know started naming off facts about me. Mush and Jack stood up and hurried toward me, each grabbing me by the arm.

"Hey, hey! Easy, boys, I'm not a stalker or anything!" I exclaimed as Jack and Mush began dragging me out of the Lodging House. They shoved me out onto my butt and Jack snapped, "Don't come near here again!" and slammed the door.

Note to self: don't start listing facts you shouldn't know.