Angela propped herself on her elbows trying to look around her surroundings. Nothing seemed recognizable to her, she wasn’t even in the same city. As she looked outside the window, she saw horse-drawn carriages, donkey carts, some old-fashioned cars. ‘What is this place?’ she wondered to herself. There was a barn filled with haystacks housing some livestock where she saw a man milking his cows. A stable at one side and suddenly a loud noise caught her attention and she saw a bunch of boys running after what looked like a mongrel.
Just then, the door of the car opened and Sir Russell sat in the driver’s seat.
“Good, you’re up?” he cast a look at her and his voice startled Angela.
“You! What are you doing here and where am I?” Angela asked breathlessly in an urgent tone.
“All in good tim
