Chapter 4

The content of the fridge consisted mostly of sausage and beer. There was also some cheese and an expired carton of milk. So, she moved onto the cabinets and to say they were even less impressive than the fridge would have been an understatement. They were near thread bare from top to bottom only containing a small jar of pickles and a loaf of bread. So taking the bread and leaving the pickles (your name) returned to the kitchen and began to look for a pan or something to cook the sausage in.

After locating the pan (your name) tried to start the stove with little to no luck, but eventually she figured it out and began cooking. All the while she thought about all the things that had happened over the past few hours. But no matter how many times she played it over in her mind (your name) couldn't figure out how this had happened. And the more and more she thought about it the less and less it made sense.
She had been making sliced cucumbers while listening to a song on the radio. When she had heard the explosion. Then she had gone upstairs and found Arthur unconscious and his room filled to the brim with smoke and had opened the door and window to try and air out the room. Then she had made sure the Brit was ok then started to clean up the room after going back to retrieve the cucumbers. And that's when she had found that coin. Then everything went black and she felt like she was falling but wasn't. Then she found herself in an office in Germany in 1943 in the middle of world war II! And then one thing lead to another and she ended up here playing house with a pig headed German who was lucky ( your name ) was out of come backs at the moment or else she would have verbally berated him for being a jerk!

His attitude really got on (your name's) nerves! He just seemed so full of himself but at the same time he was also kind of sweet....' he did carry me here...' she thought thinking about how Lutz had let her borrow his coat and had carried her all the way here......Why did he do that? She asked her herself taking a potato she had found in a basket beside  the stove and cutting it up as she felt something wrap around her waist.

Jumping slightly ( your name) emitted a small squeak dropping the knife she had been holding. "Watch it Katze!" exclaimed Lutz pulling her away from the stove just as the knife imbedded it's self in the floor where ( your name’s) foot had been not even a second before. "Are you ok?" he asked looking at the girl's surprised countenance.

"You Jerk!" she exclaimed as she whacked him on the head with a wooden spoon
"What was that for?!" he exclaimed his hand rubbing the knot on his head.
"For almost making me almost stab myself in the foot!" she replied whacking him again
"I stopped that from happening!" he exclaimed 

" After you made me drop the knife in the first place!" she exclaimed whacking him again.
“Will you stop?!" he asked taking the spoon from the girl.
"Not until you apologize!” exclaimed (your name)

“Apologize?!” he asked the shock causing the scar on his face to stretch.

“Yeah apologize!” she replied glaring at the man standing in front of her

“You hit with a spoon!” he exclaimed

“And you scared me, almost made me stab myself, and haven’t said a nice thing to me since we met!” She retorted glaring at the large German man.

“Well uh…Y-you have nice birthing hips…” he replied

“Did you just I-I just oooo! I could just! Oh  gravy and rice! That is it!” exclaimed ( your name) “ I’m done! I don’t care I go to prison anywhere is better than here!”

 “You want to go to prison?!” he exclaimed

“No! I don’t! But any where is better than here!” yelled (your name)

“ Fine then!  Tell me what I need to know and I’ll take you there myself!”

 “You think I’ll tell you anything?! asked  (your name) “ I’d rather bite off my own tongue! Than tell a murder like you anything!”

 “Get out! ” he muttered Lutz darkly. “ Leave I don’t want a brat like you here!”

“Fine!” she replied turning around taking a pair of boots and running out the door.

“ Well that was eventuful” stated Gilbert “ You do know you’ll have to go get her right?”

“ I don’t care what she does besides She’ll  come back on her own when she gets cold enough ” he replied grabbing  a beer from the fridge and sitting on the coach.

How wrong he was….

(Shorter than the last one i'm afraid ini still though)