[center][indent][color=c4df9b]Soleil stared like a deer in headlights, processing what was happening, but only for a brief moment. [color=82ca9d][i]"I'm sorry, I thought I had the right room.. I was looking for mine.."[/i][/color] She trailed off as she looked around the room, curious and confused. Everything looked... ancient. [color=82ca9d][i]"I'm sorry for intruding."[/i][/color] She paused a second, and then [color=82ca9d][i]"What year is it?"[/i][/color] She asked. [color=82ca9d][i]"I, uh, had an accident on the way here and hit my head pretty good. Might be why I crawled in through the wrong window.."[/i][/color] She put her hand up to cup the back of her head, selling her very paper thin theory.

She had to tread carefully. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had crawled in through the correct window. All her years of sneaking out made sure of that. Soleil had to come up with a plan if she wasn't in the correct timeline - if anyone found out who she was, she risked losing everything. [/color][/indent][/center]