In his bedroom, John Bailey took his book and wrote about his encounter with Olivia Jones. He wrote down every detail that made him think she was not from here. How could this be possible? He was alone in a house when the electric storm made the travel possible. He knew his colleague already travelled with his assistant, but he always did together, in the same room. How could travel be possible with strangers?

Bailey was lucky he convinced a very rich and very generous donor to fund his new research; could history be changed? What if he tipped Cornwallis about the outcome of the battles? Would the changes he made in his tactic be enough to change the outcome of a whole country?

He had to find out more about this woman. He should have been more careful with his questioning. Tavington seemed very protective toward her and she probably told him how she felt uncomfortable. He might not let him close to her anymore.

He knew about this other young woman, Elizabeth. She seemed to be head over heal for the colonel. Maybe he could manipulate her to keep Tavington out of his way, the time he talked to Olivia even more. His plan needed adjustment.

…

Back at the fort, Bordon was disappointed not to be involved in the ambush Tavington had planned against the militia, but he understood how protecting Olivia was important to his superior. Both men got really close with years of fighting together and Bordon knew Tavington never had any significant other like her.

He sat with her in the parlor, drinking tea in a corner of the room. Most generals had a day off, so they were away with their wives. The room was empty, except for one couple so focus on each other, they would not listen to their conversation.

"What can you tell me about… you know… where you come from?" Bordon dared to ask.

"It is so different. What would you like to know?" she replied.

"I don't even know where to start, I want to know everything."

"Well, you know I won't tell you anything related to this war. But I can tell you England still is a monarchy, but it is a queen and not a king. Queen Elizabeth II, the longest monarch on a throne, 70 years and still going," she said.

She kept on talking and Bordon listened patiently every word, trying to picture in his head what she was saying about planes, cars, downtown London, computers and cell phones.

The afternoon was quickly over and Bordon escorted Olivia to her room before dinner, allowing her to change before they would eat. The door had just closed behind Bordon when she heard a very strong knocking on the door. She opened the door and 3 privates entered her bedroom, grabbing her arms very tightly.

"Mrs Olivia Tavington, you are under arrest. You will be held until further notice. You will come with us without fuss or else…" one of the men said.

"What? Arrested? On what count?"

"Espionage,"

"What the fuck? I am no spy. Wait until my husband learns about this. Let me go, you are hurting me," she yelled as they dragged her down the hallway.

Her screams alerted Bordon, who exited from his bedroom. He tried to stop the men, but their orders where from General Cornwallis, much higher power than himself, or even than Tavington.

"We'll get you out of this, this is only a misunderstanding," Bordon yelled as she was brought downstairs.

She was thrown into a room that had been divided into three cells in the basement of the house, where she was the only prisoner. The men closed the door and she noticed the light coming from a very small window. The humidity was already making her shiver. Or was it the fear she felt?

Hours seemed to pass when the door opened and she was brought a plate of food; soup and bread. Quite far from the opulent food served upstairs she was used to.

"You have to thank Bordon for that," the man said before leaving her alone again.

The night had fallen and the door opened once again. Mr Bailey made his way inside the room with a pitcher of water.

"I heard what you are accused of. It is terrible," he said as he set the pitcher on the ground, just enough far so her hand could not reach it.

"These are false accusation. I don't even know who had accused me of such lies," she replied.

"It was a young woman named Elizabeth, maybe you know her?"

"She is only jealous of my marriage with William. She made false claims probably only to get to him," she replied.

"In the meantime, Cornwallis had given me the power over your case. If you give me the information I want, I might let you free. Otherwise, you might rot in here for a long time," he said.

"I have nothing to tell you," she said as he left the room again.

She sat down, her back to the wall, hugging her knees to her chest. What was happening to her? This man was pure evil. What information could he possibly want from her? She felt her eyes swell with tears but she refused to let them pour. She bit the inside of her mouth so hard she tasted blood.

She lost track of time and had no idea how long she was alone. The night had definitely fallen and she was left with a very small candle. Bailey entered the room once again.

"I think we should start on new bases. What do you say about that?" he said.

"I have nothing more than earlier to say to you," she replied.

"I need information from you. How did you get in the 18th century?" seeing she kept her mouth closed, he carried on. "You were in South Carolina, right? Near Sutherland manor exactly when the storm raged."

He knew he was right when her face changed and she tightened her lips together. So maybe she was close to his time machine when he activated it and she was teleported without her knowledge.

"You see Olivia, I can call you Olivia? Is even Olivia your real name? Anyway, when I will need to travel back, you need to be with me. You see; the time machine can only works if the same people are transported back and forth. And I will need your cooperation soon, because I will need to go back to NYU."

"I don't know what you are talking about," she said.

"Very well," he said before leaving once again. His travel back to New York would be even more complicated than he expected.

If the same people have to travel back and forth, it meant Matt, Andrew and Olivia would have to assist the man. Maybe even other cars were passing by when the storm it. She admitted it to herself; she was damn curious about the time machine.