Note: I know, this chapter took forever, and I'm sorry! I'll try not to do it again... but no promises.
Amelia walked to her room and pulled out an old suitcase. Before she could even look at what she could pack, Duncan put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head. "That will not be suitable to take with you." he said, looking at the case. "Here, this will be better." He handed her an old rucksack. It was small, but large enough to carry the few sentimental items that Amelia wished to bring with her: An old choker with a purple glass bead in the middle that once belonged to her mother before she died; a small shamrock pin, given to her on her birthday three years ago from Mrs Gallagher; a bracelet that Marshall made for her when they were six and a photo of Amelia, Marshall and Terry taken when they first arrived at the Shamrock Hotel. As she crammed the pieces of her old life into the rucksack, Terry got up from his bed and nudged Amelia's hand, giving a small whimper. She looked down and gave a sad smile.
"I'm sorry boy." She said, scratching his ears. "But... Something is telling me that I have to do this." He whined again, "Sorry Terry, but there's not a snowball's chance in hell that you'd fit in this little bag. Just... stay here and take care of everyone, 'k?"
She fastened the bag as Duncan laid some clothes on her bed. Amelia surveyed them closely. "A... dress...? Really?"
"You must look like a noble when we arrive." he said sharply, walking towards the door. He opened it slowly, and gave her one more look over. "And, you really must do something about your hair, if we are to be convincing." and with that, he left the room closing the door behind him.
Amelia gave an angry sigh, "What are you, a warrior or a stylist?" She then proceeded to struggle into the tight, medieval dress and slip on the small black shoes that accompanied it. She brushed her hair into a neat bun on the top of her head, then pulled two strands of hair down at either side of her face. To complete her noble façade, she pulled the choker back out of the bag, and fastened it around her neck.
She then studied her attire in the mirror. The dress was blue and long, coming down to her feet. It had a golden sash, and golden details across the neckline and sleeves. The sleeves themselves came to her finger tips. The dress hang below her shoulders.
She tried several times to pull it over them, but to no avail. Just as she was trying to find a suitable insult for her new look, there was a knock at her door.
"Come in." She called.
Duncan entered the room once more with a smile. "There." He said, "That is far better."
Amelia crossed her arms and gave him a stern look. "I look ridiculous." She concluded.
Duncan's smile melted into a frown. "Ridiculous or not, you look like a noble, and that was the intended effect, no?"
She sighed. "Whatever. Can we go now? 'Cause this," she said, gesturing towards the outfit, "is so not cool."
Duncan looked puzzled. "Are you warm? It looks perfectly cool to me."
"Seriously? You know local phrases like 'space-time continuum', but not cool?"
"I already informed you that I studied things of your time when I arrived so I could explain the situation to you appropriately. Your definition for 'cool' did not cross my path."
She gave yet another sigh. "It means, awesome, epic, great. That sort of thing."
"I see." He bowed his head, and placed once hand on his chest. "My apologies."
"Whatever, let's just get this over with, shall we?"
"Alright, if you rest on the bed, I shall contact the circle mages of the Dragon Age and you shall awake there."
"That sounds kina creepy, but okay."
She lay on her bed as Duncan placed some strange smelling plants around her. "Wh-what are those?" she said, beginning to get nervous.
"Enchanted leaves that shall help you sleep."
"...Alright." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. In. Out. Just as she felt she was beginning to drift off, she was awoken but a thud on the bed. She sat up and opened her eyes. Terry looked up at her from her legs and wagged his tail. "No boy, you can't come." she said as she pushed him back to the floor.
She lay back down and closed her eyes. In. Out. Thud. "No!" she cried as she pushed him down again.
Back down. Eyes shut. In. Out. Thud.
She scowled at the dog. "That is quite alright." said Duncan. "If he is determined, he may come." he looked at the hound. "Just do not move from her until we arrive."
Terry gave a loud, happy bark and lay down.
Amelia lay down once more and closed her eyes. She counted her breathes. In. Out. In. Out.. In... Out... In...
Then, there was naught but light.