Chapter 3
Sam
I woke up and the first thing I realized was that I was naked. The next thing I realized was that I also hurt in a lot of places. Then I realized that someone had bandaged me up. All right Sam old girl, where are you? I wondered. That was when I finally saw Danny. "Danny?" I said when I saw him, he didn't get up. He was naked too, except for his underwear and bandages and I realized that was all I had on too. He had bandages wrapped around his head and chest. "Oh Danny," I said and rubbed his cheek, that was all I could think of doing. "Where are we now…when are we now?" I asked. Last thing I remembered was my arm being broken in 2047 Los Angeles. That…monster Orion, was he even here now?
That was when I looked around and realized that there wasn't anything modern in this room. The bed we were on wasn't factory made and I could feel feathers in the pillows. I looked around the room and saw that the room had a large window, a dresser with seven drawers, a closet with a lot of dresses, and a tall mirror in a corner. I then noticed that the room was lit with four candles on the wall above us and there was even a candle snuffer on the floor next to the bed. "Ooookkkkaaaayyyyyy….we're definitely not in the future, or our present," I whispered out loud then I heard voices in the floor below us. "Could they be some kind of circus folk perhaps? Maybe the young man is some kind of strongman who fights all comers and the young lady is a markswoman, like that American woman, oh what was her name; Annie Oakley?" I heard a woman say.
"But this isn't the season for circuses, and I didn't see any announcements for one in the paper besides," I heard a man's voice then say. "Well, maybe they ran away from one?" the woman's voice said. "No, they didn't show any signs of living on the streets, aside from the blood and sweat on them they were very clean, and their teeth were white, whiter than many other people I've examined. I'm afraid my dear that this is beyond our ken," the man's voice said. Just then I heard a knock on the door and another man's voice say, "Are you home Watson?" I listened as the door opened and the first male voice said, "Holmes you have no idea how happy I am that you've arrived so quickly, this is a most peculiar case." Holmes and Watson!? As in Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson!? But those guys are fiction! Those were the thoughts that I had going on as I listened a little more closely.
I heard 'Watson' tell 'Holmes' about how he found me and Danny in an alley on his way home with his wife, Mary, from the theater, and how they brought us home and wrapped us up. Then 'Watson' told 'Holmes' about our clothes, the weapons I brought with me, and about Danny's blood. Oh no, this can't be happening, if they find out about Danny it could totally ruin the time stream or something! And I couldn't go anywhere, my rib and arm was too messed up for me to get me anywhere, let alone bring Danny along. I finally heard 'Watson' say; "What do you make of all this Holmes?" After a few minutes I heard 'Holmes' respond, "I do not know what to make of all this I'm afraid. The young man's blood has some strange green substance in it, and the smell is slightly chemical in texture. These clothes are unlike any I've ever encountered, such as the trousers, no suspenders for them, though I suspect these loops around the waist are for a belt. As for the weapons I've never heard of 'Fenton Works', and this ghost nonsense just adds to the mystery. Have you tried to use any of them?"
'Watson' said, "I dare not after what that crescent device did to Mary, I'd rather not take any chances of these devices exploding in my hand." "Very well then, I shall take the risk," 'Holmes' said. "I need a target," he then said. "Would an apple do?" 'Watson' asked. "Thank you Watson, Mrs. Watson please get behind me, now Watson move over to the side. All right then, when I count to three I want you to toss the apple up, ready?" "Ready," said Mary aka 'Mrs. Watson'. "Ready," said 'Watson'. "One…two… three!" 'Holmes' yelled the last one and then I heard my ecto-blaster go off and the sound of an apple exploding. "Good Lord!" 'Mrs. Watson' yelled. "Do you see now Holmes!?" 'Watson' yelled. Yet 'Holmes' was very quiet as he said, "So peculiar. I've never heard of a gun that used light as a weapon."
"This is all madness! First that light in the sky then those strange folk and now these weapons! What devilry is at work here!?" 'Watson yelled. "We'll see soon enough, take me to them," 'Holmes' told 'Watson' and I heard them starting to climb some stairs. I quickly went back to where I woke up and covered myself with the blanket. I struggled to stay still as they entered. I could feel a man's hands on me, they felt rough as he poked my stomach and unbroken arm, moved my hair around, and even lifted my lips to check my teeth. I heard the man go, "Hmmm", then 'Holmes' said, "Is the young lady a virgin?" "I didn't think to check," 'Watson' said, sounding a little angry at the suggestion. "Well, I can see that the young woman's hair is dyed, this along with her scandalously skimpy clothing makes me believe she is some sort of prostitute." SAY WHAT!? "And a more thorough examination will see if my suspicions are correct," 'Holmes' said.
I felt the blanket being moved, exposing my legs. There was no way in Hell that I was going to let some guy I didn't know spread my legs! I opened my eyes and kicked the guy that I saw, only for him to dodge the kick and say, "I was beginning to wonder when you would drop the charade." "Back off you pervert!" I yelled at him and then covered myself with my unbroken arm. "My apologies miss, I did not mean any offense, but I wanted to gauge your reaction. I am sorry for implying you were a prostitute," 'Holmes' said. He wasn't what I expected. He was tall and skinny, true, with black hair and grey eyes, but his nose made him look like a hawk, and he wasn't wearing the clothes I expected no deerstalker hat or cape, instead he was wearing brown suit pants with matching leather shoes, white undershirt and black vest.
I then turned and looked at the other man in the room, 'Watson'. He didn't look like I imagined Watson to look like either. He was about a head shorter than Holmes and had a thick neck and broad shoulders, but he didn't look fat, his hair and mustache was dark brown though it looked like it was starting to gray a little on the temples, and his eyes were a dark blue. He was wearing a red vest and white undershirt with blue suit pants and brown leather shoes. "Now then, miss, I do believe that you owe poor Watson here an explanation for how you arrived here," 'Holmes' said. Oh boy.