When I woke up, I was in an office of some sort. And knowing my western movies, I made out it was the sheriff's office. I was laying on a bench with a blanket and pillow. The deputy saw me wake up, and walked over. He hand me a cup of water, and I drank it down.
'Where'd you come from?" the deputy asked. "I haven't see you around, and you looked like you've been out there a long time." I looked at him. Maybe he was one decent guy in the wacko place.
"Longer then I wanted to be." I said. "I haven't had food for two days. And I want to contact my parents." The deputy nodded.
"I'll get a telegram out here and some food. You just stay put and rest." He said. He stood up and walked out. I finished off the glass, and set it back down. I leaned back and thought. Why hasn't the police found out about this place? These people should all me put behind bars!
"I have to get out of here." I said.
"That makes two of us." Said a voice. I looked up. But saw no one. I peeked around the back doorway, and saw bars. The jail. I stood up and peeked around. The boy I had seen was leaning back on the cot, his hands behind his head, and hat over half his face. His feet were crossed and he looked just as dirt as I was. I froze. It was the boy who shot the sheriff. I knew I should be afraid… but for some odd reason… I wasn't. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who would murder someone. In fact he seemed to know that, and looked quite comfortable where he sat.
"Why'd you shoot the sheriff?" I asked before I could stop myself. The boy scoffed, and turned his half hidden face my way. Still not showing his face he answer with a smile.
"Cause he was gonna shoot me." He said.
"You guys are crazy." I mumbled sitted back down on the bench. Just then a man walked in. He was short, old and skinny. He had round glasses and a half bald head. He sat down with a paper and a pencil in hand.
"Alright, what did you want to tell your parents?" the man asked, his voice shaky.
"Um…" I thought about it. This was a telegram… these people took the western theme to the limit obviously… and telegrams cost money per word so to make it short… "I'm safe… but scared. Come get me, ASAP." I said. The man jotted it down with amazing speed.
"Address please?" the man asked.
"5609, Feather street," I said. The man looked up at me, but then jotted it down on his paper, "Lincoln city." The man stopped.
"What is this? Some kind of joke? This IS Lincoln city!" the old man scoffed and stood up. "Go tell yer parents yer self!" He wobbled out the door, just as the sheriff came in, a tray full of food. He looked at me.
"You ok miss?' he asked, seeing my horrified face. I gulped and slowly nodded.
"That… that man. H… he said this was Lincoln city." I said. The deputy laughed and set down the tray.
"Cause it is. You must have been out there a long time. Where ya from?" he asked.
"Lincoln." I said. The sheriff looked at me.
"I haven't seen you before." He said, "You sure? Maybe it's the heat getting to your head. You better eat." I looked at the food as the deputy filed a few papers. I slowly ate the food. there wasn't two Lincoln city's. And if there way, it'd be on a map as a double. If it was on a map, the police would know about this place.
"What year is it?" I asked.
"1876." The deputy said. I dropped the cheese. "Miss? You sure your ok?" I frowned. No I was not ok. I had been kidnapped to another time! HOW IS THAT OK! "Miss?"
"NO I'm NOT OK!" I screamed. "HAPPY! NOW YOU KNOW! I'm NOT alright! I just got kidnapped! I'm in a different TIME! I'm suppose to be in 2002! With computers and dishwashers and cell phones and Ipods and microwaves, and toothpaste for heavens sake!" the deputy looked at me strangely.
"I think I'm gonna go get the doctor again."
"Oh NOOO you don't." I said. "no WAY are you going to poison me with your cystic brain washing! I'm NEVER going to let your so called doctor even with in three feet of me!"
"Better listen to her…" the boy said from the cell, "A mad women is a dangerous one."
"Keep your trap shut." The deputy said. he turned me me. "Look, ma'am. I don't know where you came from, but we're going to contact your parents and get you home. But you need a doctor. I think the heat got to your head." He stood up and headed for the door. He opened it. I slammed it shut.
"IDOIT!" I hissed, "I just told you I'm NOT going to go through with that! You crazy people are going to get me killed! You are NOT going to brainwash me like the rest!"
"Miss, please don't force me to use the law on you." The deputy said.
"It ain't gonna work." The boy said from the cell. I looked the deputy straight in the eye, seeing that spark of fear.
"Go ahead and TRY." I said coldly.