<div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#80BFFF; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><div style="background-color:#000000; border:1px solid black; margin:10px 10px; padding-left: 5px; padding-right: 5px;"><span style="color: #80BFFF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Papyrus;">Dublin, Ireland<br/><br/>In that small room, two people stood facing each other - a man and a woman. The man was old enough to be the woman’s father - probably because he was - and had a very concerned expression while he spoke to her.<br/><br/>“You need to be extremely careful, Sue, please”, the man nearly pleaded, his hands holding the girl’s. “You have never been to a place like this before. Anything can happen, so please, take all the notes you can and come back in twenty four hours”.<br/><br/>“Yes, father, I know. You say it every time I travel”, the girl replied, in a somewhat bored intonation. <br/><br/>“And you disobey every time”, the man reminded his daughter, shaking his head.<br/><br/>The young woman fell silent for a moment, her gaze going to the bookshelf across the room. “Fine. You have a point”, she finally conceded. “I will not linger this time. I know of the risks”.<br/><br/>The man wasn’t convinced, as he was sure that his daughter always ‘knew’ of the risks every time she took a trip to another era. “And what are the risks, Susannah?”, he asked, in his usual patient intonation. <br/><br/>Susannah kept silent for a moment, nibbling on her lower lip. “Worst case scenario, they might freak out in seeing I’m different, and consider me some sort of witch or other unholy being and kill me”, she pondered.<br/><br/>The man also pondered for a moment. He had other possible scenarios in mind, but that was definitely the worst one, so he decided not to present any others. “Indeed. And that is why I want you back as soon as the watch is ready to travel back. And in the name of all that is holy, do not actively change anything”, the man reminded his daughter.<br/><br/>“Yes, father”, Susannah replied, as she always did. After these words, she checked her instructions and adjusted the pocket watch carefully for the right year. Since she was traveling to a time so far removed from her own, Susannah knew day and month mattered little, and adjusted the date to match the current one, just to make remembering it easier. After making sure she had all she would need - basically a rucksack with era appropriate clothes and her notepad plus pens -, Susannah kissed her father’s cheek. “See you in twenty-four hours. Have food ready”, she said as her farewell.<br/><br/>After this brief farewell, Susannah checked if the watch was set properly, and then pressed the ‘travel’ button. The process happened as it usually did. A sudden gust of wind surrounded the young woman, affecting nothing else but her, and her image started fading slowly from the library.<br/><br/>Her ‘landing’ was a lot less smooth than her exit from her current time. She literally crashed into the location for her new assignment, falling down and crashing against several branches from a tall tree before falling on her face with a groan.<br/><br/>And as it was her luck - or maybe Xpiayoc’s -, the ‘stranger’ would land practically at the young woman’s feet and stay still for a few moments, trying to figure out whether or not something had been broken before she could try and move.</span></div></span></span></div></div></div>