She went to sleep with a TV, a car and a very long life behind her. She wanted nothing more than peace. A warm, safe place with nothing to think about. The red crystal was warm in her fingers when she went to sleep that night.
But when she woke with a raging headache and no memory, she was positive things couldn't get more confusing.
She was wrong.
Woods on the coast of England with a Scotsman and a very large horse.
In 1872.