By the expression on UnderTaker's face he was surprised by the hair color as well. "What's your name?" UnderTaker asks.
  I look away. "Isabelle, Ella for short." Grell stared at me in shock also. UnderTaker frowned. "What's your eye color, the one hidden behind the bangs." He asks.
  I slid the bangs behind my ear slowly and face him. My golden eye visible. The men looked amazed and they seemed to have a unspoken conversation.
"May I ask a few Questions?"
"You have a three limit, that's one." Said Grell.
"Where am I?"
"London, England."
"England? I was in America not just a minute ago."
"America huh, did you come by boat?"
"A boat, won't I remember If I took a plane or boat?"
"Plane?" Asked Grell.
  UnderTaker held my shoulders. "What year is it?" He calmly asks.
"Don't you know, it's 2017." I reply.
Grell and UnderTaker both looked at me about to say something. Knocks then patterned at the door. "Excuse us? There were reports of a strange person on the streets of London. We're here to take him in."
  "Grell," Muttered UnderTaker. "Take Ella to the wood line, then come back to help me. Ella. Run into the woods, find a place to hide. We'll come back to help you. We'll find you."
  "Why are you helping me?"
  He then smiled to me. "You've extended your question limit." Grell grabbed my wrist and yanked me out of the room. I looked back to UnderTaker, he was mouthing something.
   "You found your true home." His voice was different, almost darker.

    Grell was nearly yanking my arm off. Yet I stayed on his heels. "Ella," He paused stopping and swinging me in front of him like a slingshot. "Do as he said, Go!" He spoke, yet the world around me seemed in slow motion.
    "Stay Safe."

                                      _<->_

    I continued to run as the rain continued to pour. Men looking for me. "Release the Hounds."
    I avoided the paths as much as I could, but the dark and wooded terrain was slowing me down. Also killing my stamina.
    I look back and then trip over a sticking up branch. Hearing a loud snap, and pain swelled into my ankle. However I push up off the ground and tried running through it. Tears in my eyes. The wet mud and water slowing me down even more than the broken ankle.
    Then something bit my calf. I fall on my stomach. I look between my arm and side to see a collared mutt biting and ripping into my calf. I twist my hips and knee it in the head. It yaps but I get up and run more through the pain. More hounds drawing in.
    "She's fast!" Called out voices.
     I look back and slip down a large ravine, hitting every rock on the way down. Finally hitting my head on the last rock on the bottom. I try to get up but it hurt so much. Without really thinking I yell and scream trying to get up. A flash of black flies over me and then dogs barking. My eyes grew heavy and I passed out.