"Daddy! Daddy! There's a new lady here!" The child gasps.

"A new lady?" a male voice with a slight Scottish accent was heard. Footsteps were heard coming closer as his voice sounded close like the child's. "Oh, Miss... Ye must have had a bad fall... Are ye okay?"

Katie opened her eyes slowly, blinking. "Ow..." she whimpers.

The child, a little girl mouse, looked up at her father. "We have to help her, Daddy!" She gasps.

The man mouse did his best to carry Katie. "We should get her into a bed... She probably had a nasty fall."

Katie looked at the male mouse. He looked familiar. "Hiram Flaversham?" She asks, confused.

"Do you know her, Daddy?" Olivia asks.

Hiram looked down. "She doesn't look very familiar... Have we met?" He asked, a ltitle confused himself.

Katie realized her blunder. "Oh, my friend brought a toy from you for her son... She told me about you." she explains, wringing her paws... wait... Paws?! She gasped as she saw her hands were now paws.

"Are ye alright, ma'am?" Hiram looked concerned with Katie's over reaction about having paws.

"Oh, y-yes, I-I thought I lost my bracelet." she says, showing the said bracelet. She was in a Victorian dress and corset too.

Olivia smiled softly. "Daddy, she can share my bed with me!" Olivia chirps.

Hiram looked down to his daughter with a smile. "Only if it's okay with Miss..." He drew it out, in order to learn the girl's name.

"Day... Katie Day." Katie smiles softly.

Olivia smiled happily.

"Lovely name, well ye know my name," Hiram smiled. "Do ye know of my daughter, Olivia?" He asked, putting his paw down on his daughter's shoulder with an everlasting friendly smile.

Katie held out a paw. Olivia forewent the paw and gently hugged Katie.

Hiram blinked, but he smiled fondly. "Well, that's a good sign... Do ye like mouselings, Miss Day?"

"Aye." Katie agrees with a smile, not able to help her Scottish side coming back out.

"Ye came at a good time too," Hiram smiled. "Olivia's birthday is comin' up."

"Aww how old will you be, wee one?" Katie asks Olivia.

"I'll be five-years-old." Olivia smiled.

Hiram smiled proudly. "I just know this will be a Happy Birthday... Ye have a guest to come too, Livie."

Katie smiled happily. Olivia grinned happily, climbing onto Katie's lap.

Hiram smiled. "Would you mind watching her for a moment? I have to finish Olivia's present." He asked, knowing how tempted Olivia would be to take a peek, but maybe Katie would keep her busy.

Katie nodded and hugged Olivia gently. Olivia giggled and hugged her back happily. Hiram smiled, he went to his private office, due to being a toy maker, he was going to make Olivia very special birthday present. He was sure he hadn't seen Katie before, but he just went to work. Katie played with Olivia and told her a story.

Soon Olivia was asleep, her tail curled around her, and her paws clung to Katie's skirt tightly as she was curled up on her lap. Hiram took a little longer than he anticipated, but at least it was done and ready for tomorrow. He then quietly went to check on his daughter and guest, smiling as he saw Olivia was peacefully asleep. Katie was asleep sitting up. Her paw was resting gently on the girl's side to keep her from falling, her glasses almost falling off her nose.

Hiram smiled fondly, he kept Olivia's present hidden and decided to let his daughter and guest sleep. He sighed as he went to his room to get some sleep of his own and looked to a portrait of a mouse woman who looked very beautiful and a lot like an older version of Olivia. "Hyacinth, I really wish you could be here... But our little girl is growing up... I miss you... Good night..." he smiled sadly to the picture, stroking it gently, wanting to embrace the mouse woman in it, but she was gone now, he then went to get some rest.

Meanwhile, Cherry could hear a male's voice asking if she was okay.

Cherry coughed a little and looked around. "Huh? Where am I...?"

The male turned out to be a rather portly looking gentleman. He was checking her pulse and looked at her, offering a soothing smile.

Cherry rubbed her eyes and her glasses looked a little dirty, she didn't fully see he was a mouse yet. "What happened...?"

"I don't know, ma'am... You just suddenly stumbled out and collapsed." the male mouse says.

"Oh, gosh... I must've had one of my fainting spells..." Cherry removed her glasses to clean them a little and put them back onto her face. "Look, I-" She then realized she was talking to what she thought was a 'giant mouse' because he was her size. "Whoa..." she whispered, not wanting to offend him for calling him a giant mouse.

The male tilted his head. "Oh my, please forgive me... David Dawson, field doctor at your service." Dawson introduces.

Cherry blinked. "Well... Nice to meet you..." She still felt odd as she felt something tingling and saw she had a tail. "What the!? How long has that been there!?" She just realized she was a rodent and no longer a human.

Dawson frowned softly and checked over her, testing her pupils as he checked for concussion.

Cherry rubbed her head. "I must've passed out worse than I thought..." she chuckled nervously. "What day is it?"

Dawson gave her the date. She was in Victorian times.

Cherry's eyes widened. "1897!?" It was then she realized she was dressed prim and proper, due to the Victorian Era. At least her dress wasn't pink and fluffy, but black with hints of blue, her favorite colors.

Dawson nodded. "Come on, dear." he says, gently helping her up.

Cherry was still overwhelmed, but she followed Dawson, she guessed she would have to go with this. Dawson helped her into a hammock.

Cherry got comfortable, rubbing her head. "You don't have to do this... I must find my 'sister', Katie..."

"Where did you last see her?" Dawson asks.

Cherry wasn't sure what to tell him, but she sighed. "This is gonna sound crazy... But we went to see this psychic woman... We were together and then... I don't know... I just woke up without her in the middle of nowhere."

Dawson looked at her a moment, trying to process that.

"I know, it sounds weird... But it's true..." Cherry sighed, not sure what else she could say.

Dawson merely patted her shoulder. "Get some rest, dear, we finish the journey to London tomorrow." he says.

Cherry blinked. "I guess it is a little late..."

Dawson left her to make herself comfortable. Cherry flopped back. Was this some kind of strange dream? When she was ready for bed, she got comfortable in the hammock the best she could and decided to get some sleep. Dawson went back to his own hammock. Cherry found the hammock more comfortable than she thought she would and started to fall asleep. "G'night..." she murmured before officially falling asleep.