When we got to our stop, the butler opened the door for us. "Thank you, Charley." She thanked. "Thank you." I repeated. The butler gasped. I cocked my head. "You have bear arms!" He exclaimed. "A gun?" I asked. "You have no clothes on your arms!" He answered. I thought for a moment, then said, "My sleeves got ripped when I fell. I'm sorry!" He nodded.
"We'll get you some new clothes inside." He assured me. I looked at the house. First guardian characters, then back in time, and then a mansion? Awesome! I thought. When I got in side, dried flowers where over a picture of a man. He looked young, but I knew he had been in the army by the outfit. It was a black and white picture. "Miss, what year is it?" I asked. "Darling, it's 1922." she answered.
I gasped. I couldn't of gone that far back. "Who's in that picture?" I asked. "My brother, Ferdinand." she told me.
"I know him!" I exclaimed. "Then you must be as sad as me." She cried. A tear built up in my eye, but I stopped it. "Where am I?" I asked. "Darling, that tree must have gave you amnesia! Your in War!"
