We walked into the pub and no one gave us a second glance. I don't think Abraham was used to not getting attention when he walked in the room. He kept saying how rude they were that they weren't even looking at us. Abraham ordered himself a beer and me a tea. He said that 'a woman such as yourself doesn't need such a strong drink as a man does.' Boy did I ever shut that down fast. After loudly explaining that I could drink anything just as well as he could,I ordered three giant beers just for myself and drank them all down as fast I could. I hate alcohol, I can't stand the taste but I had to prove a point here. The only time I got drunk was at a friend's. We found a bottle of whisky and drank the entire thing together. That night we smashed every window in her house. I got in so much trouble I swore off alcohol for life(the hangover also helped with that decision.) Every man in that pub gathered around amazed that 'a fine lady such as myself could drink just as well as they could.'

I was showing the other girls in the pub how to handle the beer (since it had never occurred to them to try it) when the innkeeper pulled out a box with several bottles in it.

"I 'ave a shipmen' o' whiskey!" The fat innkeeper shouted pouring shots for the entire pub. I got four shots down before my head was so fuzzy i could barely stand. Abraham got down eleven though, with a dazed lopsided grin he bowed clumsily to the others. Apparently it was a contest and he got third place. The person who got second place was a middle aged woman who had originally come here to haul her husband home but I convinced her just to stay a few for a few drinks. Her husband looked conflicted like he was trying to decide whether to be proud or embarrassed at being beaten by his wife that hardly ever drank. The guy who got first place got like twenty shots down (I was too buzzed to be listening to the numbers) and was now lying face down on the floor snoring.

Abraham sat down at the table that I was at, "This is the most fun I have ever expierenced!"

"Abe, stop yelling!" I yelled back.

"We should do this tomorrow, and the next tomorrow, and the next, and next," he slurred.

"Hey wanna hear something crazy?" I leaned across the table, "I'm from the future!"

"The future?" He smiled.

"Mhmm," I nodded my eyes heavy, "Wanna see proof?"

Just then a guy a little less drunk then the rest of us pointed across the room. "I know who they are! They are Abraham Warlest and Elizabeth Hemerton!" A few people tried to chase of out but were too drunk to even get out of their chairs. The rest cheered us on "Who would have considered it!" yelled a woman jollily. Me and Abraham ran out of the pub. We held hands, giggling like schoolchildren as we ran down the street. We went back to the pond and sat down ignoring the marshy grass. The moon was barely showing through the clouds. We leaned against each other, my head resting on his shoulder.

"I am relieved that I am marrying you instead of Elizabeth. She let her emotions run her and expected myself to fix and do all she wanted," he said in a moment of clarity.

"Mmm," I mumbled, too groggy to respond.

"Are you using her wedding gown," He asked leaning his head on mine.

"I dunno,"

"It is only a fortnight away,"

"Ha ha, fortnight. That's so old." I wrapped my fingers between his, "Mrs Warlest. Mrs York-Warlest. Ha ha my mom'll kill me."

"You never showed me your proof," he mumbled in my ear.

"Mmm yes. I'll show ya," I pulled out my phone and put it in his hands. He flipped it over a few times.

"What is this?"

"Press the button," I giggled. He would be so surprised when it turns on.

"The what?"

"The circle, push it," I giggled. He pressed it and the light from the phone illuminated his face. He threw it to the ground like it was hot. Then he doubled over laughing.

"What is that?" He laughed and I giggled.

"My proof. It can do tons! Watch!" I pick the phone up, rubbing the little water off on my dress. I clicked the home button and opened the phone. He watched intrigued over my shoulder. I turned on the flashlight, it suddenly illuminated the dark water revealing a rabbit on the other side of the pond. The rabbit panicked and ran away.

"Sorcerey?"

"Nuh-uh tech-no-ology" I said slowly. I opened my music and scrolled through the songs. "Wanna hear some future music?" I clicked on a Nicki Manaj song and turned the volume as loud as it would go.

"This is not music. I do not see that one would be able to dance properly to this noise," he said dramatically covering his ears.

"Admit it, there's something that makes you want to move. Just move." I stood up dancing like a drunk (which I was.) I pulled him up onto his feet. After realizing that there were no proper steps, he loosened a bit, swaying with the different songs. He could not however figure out how people liked rap. We eventually fell onto the ground. In each others warm embrace we fell asleep in the grass under the moon.

I woke up to a headache that felt like a jackhammer. I could feel grass under me. Did I pass out outside? I kind of remember going to the pub with Abe last night but everything else was...fuzzy. I lifted my head and winced at the bright sun above. I groaned and looked around. There was an impression in the grass beside me like someone had been lying beside me.

"Abe?" I groaned. I blinked away the spots from my vision. He was sitting facing the pond, bent over and looking at something in his lap. I stumbled toward him. In his hands he stared stricken looking at my phone. He looked up.

"Alice, what is this?" He asked almost accusatorily. Did I drop it? Oh god... did I show him it.

"Where did you find that?" I asked.

"I awoke with this in my hand,"

"Look I can explain-"

"I barely remember last evening, but I do remember this," he had clicked on my photos and was scrolling through the pictures, stopping occasionally to look at one better.

My drunken self is an idiot. "It is called a cellphone. It's used to communicate with people far away, take pictures which is what you are looking at, find out weather, play music, keep time, mark things on a calendar, play games, read, look up answers to questions, write letters." I said sitting down beside him. I took my phone and took a picture of him and showed him it.

He wrinkled his nose, "Do I look like that on average?"

I laughed, "it's okay no one likes how they look in pictures."

"Are you... are you a witch?"

"Oh god no! I'm not from this time period. I don't know how I got here. I'm from the year 2017" I bite my lip waiting for his reply.

He smiled, "I do wish you would have confided in me earlier. As you say this is really...awesome."

"You're cool with it?" I asked, the weight lifting from my shoulders.

"I am indeed. I suppose it does make sense, I knew you were too...different to be from anywhere near here. So that means you are not Elizabeth's cousin?"

"No. I assume that I am her like great great great great great great great great some granddaughter or something," I sighed scared when it will get too much for him.

"Do not say that many greats, it does make me feel like I am ancient," he laughed.

"Well that's what you are!" He gave me a sideways glance, "In the good way."

"I am going to wed a woman younger than my cousin's newborn," he said shaking his head.

"To be fair, I'm younger than the newborns grandchild, and it's grandchild and so on. And about that marriage thing..."

"The arrangement that our parents...my parents and your...? The arrangement?" He said.

"Well ya see, my mom would kill me if I got married at my age. And it wouldn't even be legal 'cause I don't have a birth certificate. Also what if I go home? What will you tell people. And now of days you can't get remarried, right? Also we barely know each other like I've known you for like three days."

"Our parents will not care about the consequences. My father has always taught me as a young boy that marriage is a business arrangement, you will learn to love the person later. With a arrangement such as this, they will drag us to the altar," he said as if it were a matter of fact.

"So you're just going to accept it?"

"There is a lot I am not going to accept anymore. Such as the impractical clothes I am forced to wear. I have never realized how atrocious it is! But this marriage is one thing that we must both accept." He quickly changed the topic, "What is the time?" I decided to let it slide. I clicked the screen letting the time show.

"11:21," I said. Abe jumped up generally surprised.

"My father will make sure to righteously punish me! Sneaking away from a party, staying away all night, and now missing the hunt of the morn!" He ran his hand through his hair, "I must go. Do you wish me to escort you to your estate?"

"Nah I'm fine. Go," I said. He put my phone into the palm of my hand and grabbed the other hand, gently touching his lips to the back of my hand. He then gathered his pile of clothes and ran off down the road. I sighed not particularly wanting to go back to the estate. A coach drove by on its way to town. It stopped in front of the pond. Unluckily it was Mrs. Hemerton. She leaned out of the window, scowling.

"Elizabeth Anne Hemerton! What ever do you think you are doing?!" She cried out of the window outraged. I got up with a groan and slowly sauntered over to the coach. "And what do you think you are wearing! You look like one of the lowlifes from the village! Now get on in, we will get you a proper dress at the tailors."

"Okay, you don't need to yell, my head hurts bad enough as it is," I sighed stepping into the coach. I hated this coach. It smelled like dust and liquor and was extremely uncomfortable. I found it hard to believe that people rode in it for days on end, I think I would rather walk.

"There will be no more of this leaving without asking permission anymore. What would people think of us if you were to go missing a second time?" She said. I noticed that she didn't mention that she would be sad if I went missing. "Also especially now. There is a rumour that a witch is in town. People said that after leaving the party last night they were hearing strange satanic music and light coming from the forest."

"Mhmmm a witch," I said dully. I guess that was another stupid thing I did last night. Did drunken me assume that no one was using a commonly used road which the pond was by? "Where exactly are we going?"

"To get your wedding gown tailored. I have noticed you have lost a significant amount of weight," she patted my kneee, "Do not despair, I will make sure you gain it back quickly."

"No no really that's okay. No need to do that," I said quickly.

"Nonsense. You must regain it quickly so as to compete with your cousin Marguerite. She will be staying with us for an indefinite time since France has become so violent. But whilst she is here we will all call her Margret since she wishes to have no French affiliation especially in this trying time."

I was kind of ignoring her, staring out the window as we entered the town. I recognized a lot of the people from the night before(while I was still sober.) They glared at the coach and Mrs. Hemerton but would wave and called out to me. It seemed getting drunk with them was all I had to do to bring them around to my side. I will make a mental note about that for later.

"What do you think you are doing," Mrs Hemerton hissed, "Do not look at these filthy people."

I turned and raised my eyebrow at her,"Nah I'm good. In fact I prefer their company." Then I turned back toward the window. I smirked as I heard Mrs. Hemerton gasp enough air to fill a balloon. We stopped at a cute little boutique looking place. Apparently it was 'the best tailor in all of the King's land!' No one else was in the shop except a short young man who was sewing a dress in the corner. Probably no one else could afford it. The man scuttled forward swaying his hips.

"Oh hello, beautiful ladies! I will go and fetch your dress," he continued talking to us from a back room, "I have to say this is the greatest accomplishment I have ever conceived. Your wedding dress is the single most beautiful dress I have ever laid eyes on." He came out with a wedding dress practically dripping with lace and beading. It was more towards yellow than it was white. The man helped me into the dress which I was more than uncomfortable with. He lead me to a large mirror and began sewing away. It was just a bit too big in the torso. The neckline that was supposed to sit across my breasts fell way too low because of the extra fabric, my arms swam in the long sleeves and I could fully move inside the dress without the waist of the dress moving. I wasn't a small girl but I wasn't big either but this dress made me feel like I was the thinnest person alive.

"The kidnappers did not feed her," Mrs Hemerton said almost like she had to have an excuse.

The man shook his head,"That is truly terrible. I am positive you will be back to a healthy weight soon enough. Until then I will stitch this in for you." The entire day I stood patiently in that shop while the man fixed the dress. Finally after I thought my legs were going to give out, he finished and packed it into a large box for us to leave. Mrs Hemerton and I got into the carriage.

"Oh I am so delighted that everything is almost ready for the wedding. A Hemerton and Warlest! Even the King will be attending a event such as this!" She squeaked.

"I am not getting married," I mumbled.

Mrs Hemerton huffed, "We are not having this discussion again, Elizabeth! You will be getting married to Abraham, he is a fine young man. And may I also mention a Warlest."

I decided not to reply to that. Maybe I will be able to get home before this wedding.