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We both sat, staring in a kind of mutual emotional slump. I think that to be honest neither of us knew what to say.

"How far?" I looked up at his question. His voice sounded like he knew the answer already and only needed it confirmed.

"It's in another world..." I mumbled. He nodded.

"I thought so. So, I suppose I should ask your...." He question petered out as he actually noticed my clothes. "Why are you wearing such.....odd breeches?" I looked down at my hipster jeans.

"And..what is...." His face suddenly blushed bright red and he jumped up out of his seat, "Oh, my Lady. I am so sorry, I disturbed you when you were dressing. Not only that, I...man handled you!"

The penny dropped, clunking into the empty purple mists in my head. I supposed my top was a little more skimpy that a long-sleeved gown.

"No, it's okay. This is what I normally wear." I tried to explain, gesturing at the offensive item of clothing. It wasn't revealing at all but I could kind of understand how it would seem so to him.

"You normally walk about your household in your undergarments?!?!" I had to stop myself from smiling. It would offend him, and I felt sorry for him. He looked absolutely and completey mortified. I probably would too, if I was in his position.

"No, I mean this is what all girls wear, well, clothes like this. It isn't considered revealing at all."

"Girls? How old are you?"

"Umm...fourteen....."

"FOURTEEN! And you're in the house on your own?!"

"...yeah...."

"Your parents don't disapprove?"

"No..."

He looked at me in disbelief. "I can see this world is different from mine..." He didn't sound too happy about this, which I suppose is also understandable.

I searched for something to say. ".....would you like some tea?"

"........yes, thank you."

"No problem"

As I went into the kitchen I was struck by how stupid that last bit of converstation was. I mean, really: I'm someone from another dimension who isn't supposed to exist. Got any Tetley? I am such a spam. Nevertheless, I set about making Bevier, the supposedly nonexistant knight, some tea. I looked at my reflection in the window, striking against the dark night. I shivered. Maybe I was just cracking. The stress of school or something. Life wasn't suposed to do this. It's not fanfiction.net, nonexistant people don't turn up at you doorstep one night. I must just be seeing things, or sleep walking or something. I considered just walking out the front door and not coming back until he had gone, but then I consider opening the door of a moving car and throwing myself out, just to see what would happen. Of course, I would never actually do anything like that, which is why I just took the tea back into the living room.

He sipped at his tea distractedly, lost in his thoughts and the silence grew rather embarrasing.

"My name is Marjory." I said, breaking the silence with a metaphorical rabid sledgehammer. He didn't reply. I examined my slippers. This wasn't how I imagined a meeting with a guy who I've loved since reading page 275 of the Diamond Throne. (Yes, I'm sad.... but I hail Bevier! ).

I gave him a sideways examination. As expected, he was way beyond good looking. The words "insanely attractive" and "incredibly handsome" came to my mind along with "ph33rfully w00tiful" but I don't think he would appreciated the last description. He was exactly how I had pictured him in my head, only better. He didn't look anything like that awful picture my brother and I found on the internet. My brother! My Parents! MY GOD! What would my parents say!?! I leaped out my seat and started to pace the floor.

"We have to find you somewhere to stay..."

"Shouldn't I talk to your father?"

"He wouldn't believe you, he'd think you were insane and you'd be put in an institution."

"Do you believe me?"

I paused. I wanted to, deep down I really did. However, there was a voice in my head that was being very clinical and irritating.

Yeah, right! You know Bevier doesn't exist. This just proves that this guy is a mental-case!

............... Screw the voice!

"I believe you, Bevier." I said, with total sincerity. "But we have to think of where you can stay." I absently rubbed at my jaw. Then I clicked. "I know, come with me." I trooped into the kitchen and pulled on a pair of welly boots. We walked together along the road to the stables. The rain had faded away leaving the damp smell of night which I absolutely love. I could see the stars reflecting in the puddles and the silhouettes of the electricity pylons against the night sky. It was beautiful!

I led Bevier to one of the empty sheds. "This is it...well, it's all I can think of at the moment...."

"It's fine." He assured me.

"Well, " I said, starting to head away, "I'll come back and see you tomorrow, and we can try and sort something out then, okay?" There was no reply.

I made my way back up to my house and collapsed onto my bed, asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow.....who knows what will happen....

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