Timothy shivered. They had been walking for a while now. The air was getting colder.
"Hang on." Emma said. She took of her bag and shrugged off her coat. "Here, take it." She held it out to Timothy.
Timothy shook his head. "You'll be cold."
"And now you're cold." Emma sighed. "I have two more jumpers in my bag. Unless you want to wear a dark pink jumper instead." She raised her eyebrows.
Timothy smiled. "I'll take the coat, then. Thanks." He put on the coat. It was a little short, but it would keep him warm. He felt something heavy, and checked the pocket. He wrapped his hand around the object and took it out. He frowned.
"You took the stone with you."
Emma blushed. She had hoped he wouldn't notice. "I wasn't sure that I could trust you, yet."
"I'm not going to hurt you." Timothy said. She could hear the hurt clearly in his voice.
"I know that." Emma sighed. "I'm sorry. I'm just not used to kindness like this. Where I'm from, teenage boys… Let's just say they don't always have the purest intentions."
Timothy frowned. "I hope you're not speaking from experience."
Emma snorted. "I can handle my own." She sighed. "And I am sorry. I just needed something. Something that made me feel a little safer."
"Of course you should have kept it. I guess I just didn't realise how I might come across to you. Or anyone else. Especially since you're not used to how things are here."
Emma shrugged. "Let's just talk about something else, okay? Why don't you tell me about Poplar? I'd like to know what sort of place I'm ending up in."
And so he did. He told her about life in poplar. The school. The city. The people. The rest of the way was filled with laughter.
"I can't wait to see their face when they find out you're from the future." Timothy said, smiling.
"Should we tell them, though?" Emma said, a bit worried about how the people would respond. "How are we supposed to explain me?"
"Well, they will ask questions if we don't say anything. They'll know you're not from here." He smiled softly when he noticed her worried expression. "You don't need to worry, they're very religious. They'll think you're an angel send down to earth."
"Or a demon send up from hell."
Timothy smiled. "They're good people. They'll believe you."
Emma nodded. She hoped so.
They had been walking for almost an hour when Timothy whispered. "It's right around the corner."
Emma nodded. She could feel the fear gripping at her throat. "You're sure I can stay here?"
"I am. But we do have to be quiet." Timothy whispered. "We shouldn't wake them up."
Emma nodded. That wouldn't be a problem. She had plenty of experience with staying quiet. No one would know she was there.
She looked up at the building. It didn't look much like a hospital to her. With its brick walls, and steep stairs. It looked more like a church to her. One of the ancient ones you read about in history books.
Timothy searched along the ground, his shoe grazing the stones. "Aha." He said, as his shoe made contact with a loose stone. "Found it."
He picked up the stone, and wriggled the key loose. He struggled with the door. First, with finding the key hole, and then with opening the door.
Emma couldn't help looking around. She wanted to make sure nobody would see them. They'd think they were breaking in.
Finally, Timothy managed to open the door. The door swung open easily. Emma couldn't quite hide her surprise. She had expected it to creak.
"The nun's will wake up in a few hours." Timothy whispered, guiding her through the building. "You'll have to be gone by then."
Emma nodded. She had always been a light sleeper. At the first sound of movement, she would sneak out. She looked at her clock. It was almost ten. If the nuns wake up at 4, she could have a few hours of rest. She could easily go on only four hours of sleep.
Timothy softly walked down the hall. "This is the dryer room." He whispered. "Nobody really comes here. And especially not this late at night." He looked around the small room with an apologetic smile. "It isn't much, but you'll be safe here." He took of the coat, handing it back to her.
Emma nodded. She didn't mind. She has slept in far worse places. "It's perfect. Thanks."
"I have to go." Timothy looked around the room. He reached for a notepad and a pencil. "This is my address. Meet me there at 9. We'll figure out what to do next."
Emma nodded. "Thanks." She stifled a yawn.
Timothy smiled knowingly. "I'll let you get some rest. See you tomorrow, if you haven't travelled back in time some more."
Emma rolled her eyes. "I doubt it." She smiled. "Goodnight, Tim. See you tomorrow."
"Goodnight Emma." He softly closed the door behind him.
Emma laid down her bag and her coat. She took of her boots. She took of the dress, folding it and putting it to the side. She laid down, resting her head on her bag. She draped the coat over herself and closed her eyes. She hoped sleep would come soon.