Author's Note: This chapter was co-written by myself and Mythicalnightguard.

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Helen Murphy wished everyone would just leave her alone. She was sick of complete strangers coming up to her and offering her their condolences. It was nice at first, but now it was annoying. No amount of condolences would ever bring her husband back to life. She did not even know half of these people, nor had her husband. If they were friends of theirs, or at the least, colleagues, then she might have felt differently. But these people were no more than townsfolk.

She sighed as it began to rain. Of course. It always seemed to rain at funerals, simply adding to the gloomy mood. There was…also the fact that her husband had loved the rain. It was something that he, unlike many people, saw as a sign of good fortune. For him, it had symbolised a release of emotions, which he believed was healthier than keeping everything he felt inside.

Helen couldn't wait to get home so she could openly cry for her husband. She couldn't break down in front of all these people because if she did, she'd never stop. And the last thing she wanted was publicity. Her husband had been famous enough—that was probably why all of these strangers came to speak to her. But if she cried, they would never leave her alone. Her grieving face would be in the papers, and she would take the focus off of what really mattered: her husband's memory.

Oh, Edward…

She bowed her head, feeling tears prick the corners of her eyes. She really wished she hadn't outlived him. She wished she hadn't had to have felt the pain that came with losing her husband. But then, how could she wish her husband the same pain? This inner turmoil was almost killing poor Helen.

With a sigh, she turned away from the graveyard and made her way down to the street. But before she could leave the cemetery, she heard a loud noise coming from behind her. Helen startled at the noise, whirling around to see what could have possibly made it.

Helen blinked. This could not be. Two men just…appearing out of nowhere? It must be the grief. It was making her see things.

And yet…they had just come from nowhere.

Dakota blinked, glancing at his feet. He nudged Cavendish. "Hey…were we…supposed to end up in a graveyard?"

"No," Cavendish said slowly, staring at the time travel device in his hand.

"Well…hate to break it to you, but…here we are."

"Is this 1923, at least?"

Dakota glanced around, his eyes landing on the just-less-than modern surroundings. "No…"

Cavendish sighed. "Great."

Helen stared at them, her heart racing in her chest. Who were these people? She cautiously approached them. "Excuse me?"

The two men froze.

Their positions were almost comical, but Helen narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me, you are standing on my husband's grave."

"Oh!" Cavendish gasped awkwardly. "This was YOUR husband's grave? My bad."

Helen's eyes narrowed even more, and she shoved both men, hard, causing them to fall right off the grave. "You were not moving fast enough," she told them sternly. "What right do you think you have to come and tread on people's graves?"

"Sorry, ma'am," Dakota said quickly, raising his hands. "We didn't mean any harm."

Helen crossed her arms. "Exactly what are you doing in the middle of the graveyard, dressed so oddly?"

Dakota elbowed Cavendish, inviting him to speak. He had no idea what to say.

Helen scowled. "Nevermind. It is none of my business. But should I see you anywhere near my husband's grave again, I will use you to demonstrate how car accidents are started. Is that clear?"

Dakota and Cavendish nodded and backed away.

"Sorry, miss." Cavendish said quickly. "Uh…my apologies for your loss."

Helen bit her lip and stared down at the ground. Dizziness overwhelming her, she gripped the headstone of Edward's grave.

"Are...you okay ma'am?" Dakota asked, stepping forward.

Helen inhaled shakily. "J-Just momentary...sickness, is all."

"Do you...want some help?" Dakota asked quietly.

"I..." Helen shook her head firmly. "Just leave me alone."

"Well...you look like you need some help," Dakota said gently.

"I've just lost my husband!" Helen snapped at them suddenly. "All I want is to be alone!"

"Maybe we should leave her alone," Dakota suggested to Cavendish.

Cavendish nodded and took out his time travel device. But before he could activate it, Dakota accidentally stumbled into him, causing him to drop the device on the ground, which activated it.

Cavendish swore. "Dakota, look what you've done!"

Before Dakota could say anything back, a white light engulfed them.

Helen gasped out in surprise. Everything swished by her so fast, she thought she was falling- or flying. Maybe she had just lost it. When she became properly aware of her surroundings again, she stumbled, as if she really HAD fallen and landed. She fell over onto her back.

Dakota leaned over the mysterious woman, waving his friend in front of her face. "I think she hit her head," He commented.

Cavendish's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "YOU MEAN TO TELL ME SHE CAME WITH US?!"

Dakota shrugged. "It looks like it."

Cavendish almost fainted. "BUT WE CAME TO HER FUTURE!" he yelled. "OUR PRESENT! SHE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO SEE THIS!"

"See…what…?" Helen mumbled, blinking her eyes open and closed.

Cavendish panicked.

"Don't panic, man," Dakota said quickly. "We can fix it."

"How?!"

"Simple." Dakota grinned. "We always fix these problems"

Cavendish glared at him. "Go on, then, if you're so smart."

"Well-"

"What problem?" Helen demanded, shakily rising to her feet. "Me problem?"

She lifted her hand and slapped Dakota round the face. "I am not a problem!" she snapped. "I am a human being, and I would advise you treat me as such!"

Dakota stumbled back into Cavendish.

Cavendish glared at the woman. Who did she think she was? "Look, if you want to go home again, you'd best cooperate."

Helen got right up in his face, causing him to step back a little. "You had best change that tone of yours, young man, before I slap you too!"

Cavendish continued to glare right back at her. "Come now, woman, you don't frighten me."

So Helen slapped him too, then kneed him in the sensitive area.

Dakota winced.

"You should learn to speak to ladies with more respect!" Helen snapped.

Cavendish gasped, curled up on the ground from the blow. Breathing through his teeth, he spat, "Just…tried to help…"

"Then you should first learn to help yourself!" Helen put her fists on her hips. "By treating women with more respect! And don't you dare come near me!" she added, stabbing her finger at Dakota, who had stepped towards her.

"Look," Cavendish growled as he staggered to his feet. "You're stuck in the wrong time, miss, and if you don't accept my help, you'll be stuck here."

Helen just glared at Cavendish and bolted.

Cavendish growled and made to take a step forward, but his sensitive parts had not yet recovered. "Dakota, after her!"

Dakota saluted him and took off in pursuit of Helen.

Cavendish sighed. The salute had not been necessary. He hobbled after them as quickly as he could.