The man finished eating the huge apple, and Emily was stunned that he could finish it, being as big as it was. But that wasn't what surprised her. Just as he finished eating the apple, the core of the apple began to glow and take itself apart like it was made of dust or something until all that remained was a single seed. He then took the seed as if it were normal for something like this to happen, and put into an old pouch at his side. Emily could only stare, and she felt her right eye twitch a bit. How did he do that? Was he some sort of magician? Or was this some sort of illusion? Emily's mind clawed at itself trying to come up with a logical answer, but found none.<br/><br/>Once again, Emily's mind had absorbed her into itself, and she didn't notice his flurry of questions. And when she was finally able to surface back into reality, she saw that the man hadn't even taken notice to Emily's blackout.<span style="font-weight: bold">"What year is it? Back home we live like it is the sixteen hundres or sometime around then. I do not know the actual year as we do not live in times like these were buildings are not made of stone or wood. I have never seen houses and buildings like these. Where are the barns?"</span>, he asked.<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh, so he</span>did<span style="font-style: italic">live on a farm..."</span>, Emily's subconscious told her, and she almost giggled at her own thought. Emily took a breath before she spoke. "The year is 2035... And there aren't any barns anymore..." She said, her mind still slow to a proper response.<span style="font-weight: bold">"It really is a pleasure to meet you Lady Emily."</span>, he then said, causing Emily's face to go red. She remembered what it was like to live back in the family mansion, with the maids to tend to her every beck and call. "It's nice to meet you too, but please, just call me Emily."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"I need to find someplace to stay but...I do not know where to go. I feel so lost in this world outside my small town."</span>, he said. His accent was defiantly showing that he was very early America-ish, perhaps earlier than even that. She thought the situation over.<span style="font-style: italic">"It might be a good idea to send him to the hospital... Maybe he hit himself on the head? But if he's really from the 1600s... And how'd he transform that apple?"</span>, she thought, and eventually came to a conclusion. "You can stay at my place for now, if you need somewhere to stay that badly..." She said, then looked him over again. "And... Erm... I might need to get you some new cloths. Yours look a bit strange..."