Misha was still trying to gather her senses as she looked around the room she was sitting there and noticing everything that was around her.  She would normally have gone over and helped the lady pick up the things she had dropped but she was still nervous and her head was pounding.  Maybe if she laid back down she would be back where she was.  She was trying to remember the last thing she was doing.  That journal, she was writing in the journal so how did she end up here.<br/><br/>Misha slowly made herself get up to look out the weird shaped window with no glass that was next to her.  Why was there no glass?  Looking out of the windows she looked over everything looked so simple as she thought about the entries that the Prince had made.  How she had wish she could live in a life that was simple, but she didn't realize how simple until she looked.  She started to get dizzy and that was when she went and sat back down on the couch.<br/><br/>The next thing she knew there was a tall gentleman who walked into the room to talk to the other lady and then came towards her.   She watched as he walked and suddenly she felt completely out of place.  Here she was wearing her short black dress and the matching black collar.  Her fingers were painted black and her black lipstick.  She was completely out of place.<br/><br/>When he walked over to her and told her whom he was she practically crawled up the back of the couch.  How did she get her?  She didn't recall reading anything about being transported by the book.  I mean some of the writers had commented about meeting the Prince but she didn't believe it could be true.  Well she was being proved wrong.<br/><br/>"I am Misha, your highness.". Misha felt a little weird calling him by his first name.She was from England and if her headmistress heard her call Prince William, by his first name she would have gotten the ruler across her bottom or her knuckles.<br/><br/>"Why did you do that to the book?". Misha could not understand why he would want people to come to him.<br/><br/>If one was to believe what Raymond or Sarah the little old lady wrote they thought he was looking for his long lost love.  One that was taken from him early on, or had run away.  Then if you asked Micaleno he would tell you it was to study those from the future.  She would have to learn for herself.  She just hoped she didn't disappear like a few of the writers had.<br/><br/>She was still a little scares of what could happen until he asked about her clothes, "well I could ask you the same thing about your clothes.  I refuse to ware anything that looks like that.". She said as she pointed over to the maid or whatever she was.  "I like to be able to breathe."