The law of time!

1888

Baffled and disoriented, both Amelia and Mr Roberts try to adjust to their surprise new surroundings. “What the hell happened, we were just in your basement and now suddenly we are down some deserted rat infested alleyway, how the hell did we get here?”. Mr Roberts notices how hysterical Amelia is getting, tries his best to stay calm and collective and figure out what's going on. “I'm sorry you have got dragged into my mess, it looks like we may have...” he pauses a second knowing how mad this is going to sound. “We may have time travelled” Amelia, head in her hands as she tries to get a grip of the crazy reality that she may have actually time travelled. Meanwhile Mr Roberts takes this moment of silence to look around and notices a broken window. He also notices a newspaper blowing by him amongst the other rubbish. He quickly makes a grab for the newspaper. His face almost goes white as a ghost, with a hint of terror in his voice he softly reads the main headline “GHASTLY MURDER IN THE EAST END”. he stops and looks up at Amelia. “LEATHER APRON”. He looks at Amelia with dread in his eyes. “What?, Who is the leather apron? Where are we?”.

“I really am so sorry child, the date is 7th September…” a little pause why he tries to compose himself and stay calm. “The year is 1888, today is the day Jack the Ripper kills his second victim”.

Amelia starts to pace up and down the alley. “I remember learning about him in history, he attacks prostitutes and helpless women”. Mr Roberts interjects. “Well actually they were never actually proven to be prostitutes, just women down on their luck trying to sort their lives out, unfortunately this is not a great time to be a single woman in life”. Amelia is scared and not feeling reassured. “Well thank you Dr Science, I'm wearing ripped jeans and a no sleeve white T-Shirt”. Noticing this Mr Roberts decides they need to dress more appropriate in order to fit in with the rest of the locals. “we must find a change of clothes in order to fit in, I’m sorry but it’s not going to be your cool hip young clothes you are used to”. As the pair made their way down the abandoned alley they came across a broken window, through the window they could see some clothes lying on an unmade bed. “You have got to be kidding me, there is not a chance I'm wearing that”. Amelia said as she spotted a dirty well worn blue walking dress lying on the end of the bed next to a black old fashioned suit and top hat. “We don't have any other options, we will bring too much attention to ourselves looking like this”. 

Mr Roberts puts his hand through the broken window and carefully opens the door. He pokes his head through the now open door. “Hello? Is anyone home?”. There was no response so Mr Roberts quickly grabbed the clothes and top hat, but before he could leave he noticed a letter on the floor which read “Deer neihbor, I do hope ya likd ya stay, ya clothes av bin cleaned and redy for ya,”. Underneath the letter Mr Roberts noticed an address for the house they had just broken into.  “Cleaned? They have to be joking. What is wrong with their writing anyway?, I can't make sense of it. and why is everything so dirty here hasn't anybody heard of a duster”. “Well actually Amelia White Chapel was well known for being over crowded due to a lot of Irish immigrants, which led to a lot of people and not enough work which led to poverty and homelessness, drunkenness”. Mr Roberts stops talking after noticing Amelia's face and how she is not amused with what she is hearing. “yeah yeah I don't need a history lesson but I do need to get home so lets start focusing on that please”. After the pair got changed into their new clothes Mr Roberts proceeded to fold the paper in half and put it into his pocket for safe keeping. “Why are you keeping that old piece of paper for?”.  Amelia asked inquisitively. “There's something about this address I just can't seem to put my finger on it”. A moment of silence filled the alley until they heard a loud scream in the distance. They both looked at each other before rushing off into the direction of the loud scream.