She looked at him confused when ask what a phone was “<strong>ah I got you can not break character”</strong>She rolled her eyes<strong>“I am from Alco city last time I checked I was in Alco heading to a funeral you know Doctor Nicholas Esawal funeral that is today   and some how  I stumbled a pone you guys little  Renaissance  Fair. I am already late so if you can point me to St Pula’s cemetery I want tell any one you broke character”</strong>She hoped on the back of the cart sitting on small pile of hay. The roughness of the wooden cart and the hay bother her skin. Her legs started to break out in little red hives.<br/><br/>She looked around at the scenery  looking for any sign of building or the freeway or even the bells that rang 20 times until the body reached the cemetery.  She even listen out for sirens or the sound of trains or the traffic from the freeway. She did not hear anything but birds chirping.  She had traveled to almost every inch of Alco citiy  it was her home town and she knew it like the back of hand. The woods alone was he playground. Her and her friends would camp out for days exploring caves and visiting the underground hot springs.<br/><br/>But this place was truly new to her none of the trees looked like the towering redwoods or thick oak trees that stretch up to the sky. The Sierra Nevada Mountains  that were usually surrounding  Alco city were in the wrong place they were always to the east but now in the west. Even the sun was not in the right place<strong>“why is the sun over there and not over there<strong>”</strong> she pointed at the sun and  then at where it should be. She then noticed that the sun was not in the right place for the time of day “hey what time is it the real time and not that medieval  crap”</strong><br/>