I walked along the beach, listening to the waves gently lap at the shore. I gently kicked the water as I walked, enjoying the simplicity of the act.

A sudden, loud barking made me jump and nearly drop my flip flops. A German Shepard barked at me enthusiastically.

"Felix" his owner reprimanded him. She grabbed his collar and pulled him from me. "I'm so sorry about that! He usually isn't like this!"

I smiled. "It's fine. No harm done" I said before walking away toward my goal, the pier.

I reached the pier in a short amount of time. I walked across the aged wooden planks, hearing them creak slightly as I went. I sat at the edge, letting my legs dangle over the edge.

I exhaled deeply, willing the tension to leave my body. I willed my mind to stop thinking as I looked out at the water, watching motor boats in the distance. I heard laughter as they bounded over waves.

I just wanted to 'be' for a few short hours. This was one of my rare days off and I planned on taking full advantage of it. I leaned back, watching the boat as the young adults laughed and jolted around.

Traitorous thoughts came forward against my will. I couldn't help but think if my situation. I felt like I was going nowhere in life.

Granted I was only nineteen, but I had wanted to be going to college at this point. Working towards making something out of myself. But sadly I was working two jobs just to make ends meet.

I couldn't help but be slightly petty, thinking it wasn't fair. I heard my friends at work telling stories about what they did the night before or over the weekend. They get to have fun, and live life. I just get to live a monotonous life, and I couldn't help but be extremely envious of them. I wanted adventure too! I want to do what they do! But I can't and it's just not fair!

I can't help but want to escape reality. The only time I got to escape was late in the evenings when I got home from my second job. I would eat. And try to unwind. Which these days consisted if me reading manga or watching anime DVDs I owned. That short hour or two was all the time I had to myself in a day, and did I ever cherish it.

I sighed before I slipped my flip flops on. I sat for a short second before I went to stand up. But as fate would have it, my one flip flop broke and I slipped. My ribs slammed into the pier edge before I fell into the water. Water filled my lungs, my arms and legs thrashing. I struggled to the surface, sputtering only for a short second before I went back under. A sharp agonizing pain shot through my side. My whole right side refused to listen to me. I could struggle no more. My movements were slow and choppy as I sunk further. My lungs burned. My vision began to blacken.

"I'm going to die..." Was my last conscious thought before everything faded.

I groaned, instantly regretting doing so as my throat flared. I opened my eyes, my brows furrowing slightly. "That is not my ceiling..."

"Oh good. You have awakened. I was getting worried dear!" I heard a soft English voice chime.

I turned my head slowly, ignoring my creaking neck. My whole body was stiff. My eyes narrowed further as my eyes landed on the lady. For one, I had no idea who in the world she was, and she was dressed in a simple grey era dress. On closer scrutiny I guessed it was a Victorian era dress.

I opened my mouth, not really knowing where to start. She must have seen my inner struggle and saved me from having to decide how to proceed. "You gave me quite the fright! I found you unconscience, soaking wet in strange garb! I had help bringing you here to my home. I live here by myself. My name is Mary. You have been asleep for two days dear! Someone has ought to be worried sick! What part of London do you live in? Maybe I can deliver a message for you." Mary cooed in her soothing English accent.

My eyes widened at the information. "L-London?!" My voice cracked. How in the seven hells did I end up in London?! Last I checked I was in Canada. Maybe by some miracle she meant London, Ontario. I tried to ignore the voice in my head that tried telling me not to get my hopes up, that her accent gave her away. "London...as in London England...?" My voice wavered.

Mary chuckled softly. "Is there another London? Of course London England!" She smiled at me, but her smile soon dropped. "Are you feeling unwell? Are you in a great deal of pain!?" Her faced twisted, " I apologize, I can't afford a drought to help with your pain"

I shook my head very slightly. "No, it's not that. I'm just a far ways away from home" I whispered.

Mary was quiet for a few moments. "Are you by chance an American?" She asked softly. "Your accent is different."

"No. I'm from Canada"

"Ah, from our sister country" she smiled. "What's it like there? I've always wondered what it's like in the new world."

"I don't know. It's home" I whispered.

Mary bit her lip. "Why are you in England? Visiting someone? Are they looking for you?"

Good question. This has got to be some weird dream. I'm probably unconscience at a hospital at home, and this is a morphine induced dream. Only thing that made sense to me at the moment.

"No. I'm not visiting anyone. I do not know how I ended up here. But thank you for taking me in" I tried smiling at her.

Mary frowned. "Well that won't do! I suppose you will have to stay here until we find a way to get you back home." She paused, "actually I think we should find out how you got here first. Perhaps you were kidnapped. Drugged and beaten. That would explain the scrapes and bruises. And perhaps even the strange clothing." She walked away to a little table at the far end of the small room. She grabbed the pitcher, pouring a cup of water. She made her way back to me, holding out the cup. "Perhaps we should visit the Scotland Yard."

"Who?" I took the cup from her, taking small sips. It soothed my burning throat.

"They investigate crimes and the like. They may be be to help you." She explained.

I felt uncomfortable with the situation. I knew it wasn't a crime. "They may find my information unreliable. I'm a young girl who doesn't remember how she got from one country to the next. They may deduce it to amnesia and move on with their day"

Mary rose a nicely sculpted eyebrow. "How was it you got amnesia? That they may want to look into. I will visit first thing tomorrow"

I stared at her. I wasn't going to get out of this was I? "If you feel that's best..."

She nodded. "Yes, now I think it's best if you relax. Would you like a book to read? I don't have many...do you like dickens?"

I sighed. "Anything to pass the time. Thank you"

I scrunched my eyes as she left. I couldn't wait until I woke up.

It's been a few days since I woke up, and I'm slowly warming up to the idea that I'm not in some sort of medical induced coma. That by some twisted miracle I traveled through time. Oh scientists were going to have a hayday when I got back. But I have to admit it was a nice break from my life back home. It wasn't as stressful...well it was stressful, just in a completely different manner. (I couldn't think of an idea to get home for the life of me)

Mary was lovely. She fussed over me. It was new, to have some dote on me. She sincerely cared about helping me get home. She had gone to the police with my situation. They were looking into it, but nothing had come up yet. I wasn't about to get my hopes up. They had said they would help me get back to the new world after they solved my case, or had any headway. They would have been fine and dandy, except that didn't help me any. I didn't care about getting back to Canada (much) I cared about getting back to my time.

I missed indoor plumbing insanely. Do you realize how disgusting it is to use a "chamber" pot? And how smelly? Not to mention the fact I've witnessed a select few just casually empty theirs out their windows onto the alley below. Gross! That was unsanitary and the smell from it was completely advoidable!

The only thing I had going for me was that this time had some form of electricity. Except Mary couldn't afford it so we just had candle light. Which I adapted to fine enough. I actually found it soothing and calming at night. The only thing I was paranoid about was starting a house fire. They didn't have the resources that fire fighters had in modern time. But Bernadette was pretty good about putting them out before we turned in for the night.

Although I had begun to notice Mary would be gone for a good portion of the afternoon or evening. She would always make sure I had a small meal before she left, but then she would be gone for hours. She sometimes wouldn't come back until well past midnight. I had asked her where she would go, and she replied she would look after children while their parents went out. It helped bring in money she said.

I let it go. It made sense. I could imagine some upper class parents going to parties and whatnot. But that wasn't what all she did. She also sewed. And she would fix up people's clothing for a small charge. Upper class men would come in needing a button sewn back on. Because sewing on a button was extremely challenging and difficult work. Some men would come in needing their socks darned, saying their wife's hadn't a clue what they were doing. I didn't even know what darning socks was until I got here. But I always got the impression all these men were not happy that I was residing here. Their eyes would rove over me, displeasure radiating off of them. Mary would always talk to them quietly so I wouldn't hear before they left. It piqued my curiosity. Or snoopiness. Call it what you will.

I made it a point to always be in the room with these men. My excuse was that I am terrible at sewing, and wanted to watch her. I learn better from observation. I watched them closely. She would smile at me, her face drawn tight. Some of the men hid their displeasure better than others. Although some weren't even displeased. Some would look me over slowly, caressing me with their eyes, making me shudder.

Mary was quickly dusting around the home, cleaning up before she left for the evening. I watched her as I slowly rearranged objects. "Do you honestly watch children in the evenings?" I inquired slowly.

Mary paused, glancing over at me. "Yes, of course I do. Why do you ask?"

One shoulder lifted. "I thought maybe I could come along this evening and help you with the children. I don't do much around here and I want to help you more" I watched her reaction carefully.

Mary straightened. She bit her lip as she stared at the floor hardly. She looked up at me and gave a strained smile. "That would be a big help. Thank you Kendal." My brow furrowed for a moment. I nodded slowly. "Of course."

That evening Mary and I walked along the grimy streets of London. Children huddled together in door ways, watching us go by. One young blonde girl held her hands out to me, "Got any spare change, miss?" I flinched and quickly walked away. This was depressing. I wasn't expecting my evening to be like this. I hadn't realized Mary lived in the lower class area. It wasn't exactly the slums but...

We walked in silence for a while. Mary refused to awknoweldge my presence. I got the impression she wasn't pleased I tagged a long. Even if she said it was okay. But I noticed something wasn't sitting right, and I wanted to know what it was. As we walked along the cobble stone streets, I heard a group of women gossiping amongst themselves.

"-the ripper. He's going after prostitutes."

I canted my head as I listened more intently to their conversation. I glanced at Mary and noticed her stride had slown down as she pivoted her head in their direction. She had a large frown twisting her face.

"They found his third victim last night! Cut open and dismembered. Such a tragedy!" One lady said.

"I wonder when the Queen will send her gaurd dog to investigate. This is a most unusual situation and the police have no leads" another lady huffed.

I completely froze. The Queens gaurd dog?! I-i ..what?! That's impossible! The Queen didn't have a gaurd dog! Atleast not that I was aware of! Unless they meant a herd of corgi's!

My stomach dropped. My blood ran cold. My forehead broke out into a sweat. Air escaped my lungs in quick gasps. No no no!

"I've gone completely insane" I rasped.

"Kendal?" Mary frowned in concern. She slowly approached me, reaching her hand to my forehead. I flinched. She quickly retracted her hand. "Are you okay, dear?"

I looked in her eyes. I opened my mouth, gaping for a few seconds before the words came. "Do you happen to know who the Queens gaurd dog is?"

Her eyes narrowed. " No I don't. Is there a reason you are asking?"

Just wanting to validate my insanity.

I shook my head. "No...no reason..."

~~~~~~~~~ to be continued~~~~~~~~

Yup. This is a new story of mine. I've become a big fan of the Black butler series. I've watched all episodes. (Except circus, which I'm pumped for) and read some of the manga.

I've read only a few fanfiction. And yes this is an OCxSebastian story. Although you get tastes of other pairings. *wink wink* I hope It has some uniqueness to it. I don't really know since I haven't read much if the others hahaha.

I guess only time will tell hahaha. I'll try to update regularly enough. I am in the process of editing and revising an other popular story of mine from a different fandom. it's been like three or four years. I think I owe it to the followers to improve it so I'll also be commited to that story.

Let me know what you think. And any suggestions or things I may like to see happen. I'll see if I can weave it in my original plan :).

Also, if there is an artistic person who wants to make a cover for this story, pleas come forward. I will give u full credit and everything. I'm just lazy and don't have the talent hahaha.

I also wrote this on my iPod. I tried going over it buuuut...I probably missed thing so stared straight at. It's usually how it goes hagaha.

Have a good one!