Slowly, Danica opened her eyes. She lay on a more or less soft surface; above her was a ceiling of peg-and-groove pine that looked oddly familiar. What the…?
Then it came to her. That was the ceiling of her family’s cabin, or something which looked exactly like it. Holding back a groan, she pushed herself to a sitting position.
Samuel’s hateful voice said, “Careful. It takes a bit to recover from traveling that way.”
She looked over at him. He was sitting in a rickety-looking chair of pine with a rush seat. As she glanced past him, she saw that the dimensions of the room were familiar, as well as the huge river-stone hearth. Yes, definitely the Wilcox family cabin, although without any of its twenty-first-century upgrades. The furniture, such as it was, all looked simple and plain, piec
