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Augustus? Abby had never taken much interest in history, but she [i]had[/i] passed all her tests with flying colors, and she was most certain Camilla was referring to a Roman emperor - one who had lived thousands of years ago. She bit her lip, desperately searching for an answer aside from the obvious - and [i]impossible[/i] - one. But when the girl spoke of ice cream as if it were some foreign object, Abby suspicions heightened. This place was stealing people from different [i]times.[/i]

"Hey, Cam," she said, casually assigned the girl the nickname. "You've never heard of the United States before... have you?" Abby grabbed a handbag off of a shelf and led her companion out of the store. Ice cream sounded fine - Abby hadn't eaten any in months, and she had once been quite fond of the stuff. She scanned the shops they passed, eventually settling on what looked like a restaurant with umbrella-covered tables outside. As she took a seat, Abby struggled with the implications of her plight. If Camilla really was from ancient Rome, then Abby, too, had probably been plucked out of her time. Suddenly, the trial she'd been awaiting didn't seem like such a big deal. What was a few months of house arrest compared to being lost in a temporal abyss?

"All of this... why is it happening to us?" Abby wondered aloud. People taken from throughout history, to this odd city, all wearing gray clothing when they arrived... if there was one thing she was certain this [i]wasn't[/i], it was coincidence. Someone was doing this very intentionally. But who?