Emma instantly regretted her decision to say where she came from the moment the phrase “hotel in Argyll” left her lips.  Chaos had ensued almost instantly and the man who had once been upon the horse had moved with such swiftness that she had not been able to get out of his grasp before his rough hand wrapped tightly around her arm causing her to gasp and try to wiggle out of his tightly wound fingers.  However, it proved to no avail because the more she seemed to thrash about, the tighter his fingers became until they were so tight that she could feel the tears threatening to fall from her eyes.  A whimper came from her lips as she closed her green eyes refusing him the display of pain he was causing so as to save herself some of her own dignity.<br/><br/><br/>Luckily for her, it was only moments later that she felt another pair of hands go around her effectively yanking the man’s strong hold on her.  Instantly, her hand went up to her forearm rubbing it gently as she looked down at it and noticed a few red marks that were now situated there.  No doubt they would bruise and for this to be a reenactment camp, she had never heard of any of the actors assaulting someone not part of the reenactment and much less someone who was a part of it.  So perhaps there was something more going on, but before she could speak up and ask once more, a flurry of voices erupted in the small encampment about spies and wars and whether or not she was a mermaid.  When the mermaid accusation was thrown her way, she turned to the man who had called it out and instantly lifted an eyebrow.  Surely, if this was not a mere reenactment, there wasn’t a town in Scotland that actually believed in mermaids.  The man who threw that accusation around clearly had to be off his rocker.<br/><br/><br/>She was just about to deny his claims when the loud voice of the doctor spoke up once more causing her to jump before turning her eyes to him. Clearly, he was perhaps the only sane in the group for he seemed to be a man of science and logical thinking and Emma couldn’t help but think if she were going to survive over the next few hours that maybe speaking with him might be in her best interest.  She was just about to ask for the doctor to see her off to the castle, when the man who had saved her from his brother’s hands and was known as Robert leaped onto the horse before reaching down for her flinging her onto the horse in front of him albeit a bit ungracefully.  Emma gave a small scream before she was settled between his arms and was taken slightly aback when she felt her heart leap in her chest at having his arms around her.  However, she took a deep breath calming her heart as she bit her lip.  The reaction had nothing to do with the man, she had told herself over and over.  No, it merely had to do with her being thrust upon the large creature that they were now riding back to the stone castle across the bridge.  It had nothing to do with him… It had nothing to do with him…. It had-<br/><br/><br/>She stopped all thoughts of the lean, muscled, warm… all thoughts of the man behind her away whenever they moved to cross the bridge and Emma took in all that was around her.  There were many people around dressed similarly to the woman by the lake and even the men were dressed as if they were straight out of the 1600s.  Could they have really gotten this many people involved in this reenactment?  Was this a reenactment at all?  After all, as much as she wanted to believe it was, so many things were pointing otherwise.  What if this weren’t a reenactment at all.  What if this was actually the--<br/><br/><br/>Emma shook her head and bit her lip.  No, it couldn’t actually be the 1600s.  As far as she knew, time travel wasn’t exactly a thing.  So how could this be? How could she have been teleported into the past?  Turning to face Robert whose large figure was wrapped around hers, she let go of her lip that was stuck between her teeth before taking a rather large breath.  “If I may ask, and without you judging me like I’m some crazed lunatic because I promise I am not, what is the date?  Like the real date? The day, month, and year? I guess the water of the freezing lake has gotten to me, and I seemed to have lost my memory,” Emma said as she wrapped his cloak around her tighter, trying to comfort herself from the words that would inevitably come out of her mouth that she was completely and utterly terrified of.  But really, who wouldn’t be if they suspected they were not in the right time zone? But she had to know for sure.  She couldn’t just keep pondering it.