Not too long after Emma was dragged from the cold sparkling waters of the river and on to shore, she found her eyes fluttering open towards the sky and had to squint away from it as the last remnants of the day light hours were slowly drawing to an end. The sun was still bright enough to cause her some pain in her eyes, and as she rolled over and away from it, she found herself expounding the cold liquid from her lungs and onto the cold hard ground.  There was a woman dressed in what looked like some sort of woolen flannel and her hair was pulled back by a bonnet, but even so, a few tendrils of dark brown and graying hair leaked out from the sides.  After Emma had gotten her bearings, she sat up slowly placing her hand to her head before turning up to the woman who stood over her.<br/><br/><br/>“What happened?” Emma asked in a voice barely above a whisper as she was ransacked with shivers from both the cold in the air and from being wet.<br/><br/><br/>“I figured I would ask you lass.  How did you end up in the cold river?  What were you thinking going for a swim in these parts and this time o’ year no less,” the woman above her practically shouted and Emma found herself looking up at her, taking in her odd appearance once more.<br/><br/><br/>“Why is it you look like someone from the 16th century?  Is this some scottish re-enactment camp or something?” Emma asked as she shivered frantically from the cold.<br/><br/><br/>“What kind of fantasies are you spouting child?  Do you not know when and where you are?” Came the woman’s voice and Emma looked up to her curiously as she tilted her head.<br/><br/><br/>“What d-do you mean?” Emma asked, her teeth chattering now.<br/><br/><br/>“You must have hit your head pretty hard on the bottom of the loch, lass.  It is okay.  I am sure we can call on the doctor and have him fix you up.  You’ll be right as rain in no time.”<br/><br/><br/>“Call on the doctor?” Emma asked before she made to stand up, only to be halted by the older woman before her.  When she saw that the woman was not going to let her stand, Emma gave a huff before settling her shivering body back down on the hard ground.  Giving the woman a pointed look, Emma turned her green eyes up to her before opening her mouth once more.<br/><br/><br/>“Look, if you will just tell me where the Hilton Hotel is in Argyll I will be more than happy to get there myself.  You don’t have to continue with this reenactment charade.  I am more than capable of getting myself back home.  Now if you will-” Emma stated making a move to stand up only to be shoved down once more and have the woman’s hand come to her forehead.<br/><br/><br/>“Well it doesn’t seem like you have a fever dear, but the crazed words you are sprouting-”<br/><br/><br/>“I am not crazy! Just let me go home!” Emma stated firmly, her tone heightening as her own anger and discomfort in the cold caused her tensions to rise.<br/><br/><br/>Just when she thought she was going to have to knock some sense into the woman that stood before her, she saw the older woman step back as a man entered the little area the women were in.  She noticed as all the women around nodded their head to the man showing him respect, but Emma did nothing of the sort.  Instead, she held her head high before him as she finally made herself stand up on shivering, unsteady legs.<br/><br/><br/>She was just about to speak as he finally made to stand before her, but before she could find any words to come from her mouth, she heard his deep baritone voice fall over her, and she found herself pausing instead.  His voice did something to her then and she found her own mind turning to mush as she stared up at him.  When he motioned to take off his cloak and give it to her, she tilted her head slightly before his own words caught up in her brain and she vaguely wondered why his voice had caused her brain to practically shut down.  However, instead of dissecting that thought right then, she catalogued it away in her head to go over later.  After all, it was probably just a response to falling into the cold river and being soaked to the bone.  That was the only thing that really made sense anyway.  It couldn’t be because her heart seemed to leap when she set eyes on him, nor could it be the way her body grew warm in his presence.  Nope, it wasn’t that at all.  It was merely her brain shutting down because of the cold.<br/><br/><br/>After he had removed his cloak, Emma quickly took off her soaked through peacoat when her mind finally caught up.  Tossing it to the ground for her to pick up later, she quickly threw his cloak around her shoulders and revelled in the warmth that came into her body.  Now that she was slightly warmer and her body wasn’t shivering as badly, she found herself clearing her throat and backtracking through her brain to figure out what he had asked.  Oh yes, who she was and why she was swimming in the river.  Easy enough.<br/><br/><br/>Turning her green eyes up at him, she gave him the best smile she could muster in the situation before clearing her voice to speak.  “I am Emma Clairmont, and as for swimming in the river, well I must have accidentally stumbled into it while I was being chased, though I am not sure what was chasing me exactly.  I could never get a good look at it.  But it probably doesn’t really matter.  It is getting late though, and I am sure my sister is very worried about me.  If you could kindly show me how to get to Argyll where my hotel is, I will kindly take my leave.  I can just uber there.  No big deal.  Do you know how to get there from here?  Then again, I guess it doesn’t really matter.  Whoever the driver is should be able to get me there pretty easy without much direction.  Oh and your Scottish reenactment scene you have going on here?  Fantastic job.  If I didn’t know any better, I’d say I’d somehow fallen back in time to like what, the 16th century?  So um Kudos I guess,” Emma stated before clearing her throat because she had realized she had been rambling on and on with the stranger before her.  She felt her cheeks tenge slightly pink from embarrassment, and she nervously ran a hand through her coppery locks.<br/><br/><br/>“So um yeah… Argyll?  How do I get there?” she asked once more as she uncomfortably rocked from her left foot to her right foot.