The sound of hooves on a cobblestone street was what alerted her to the fact that something was different. More than different, it was wrong, there were no horses in the middle of Seattle, well not really, and there were no cobblestone streets, well, not really. Sure, the occasional police patrol was on horseback and in the more touristy areas you could find cobblestone. However, she should have been at home, where she had been the moment before.

Hayden glanced at her watch to check the time, in case she had just not been paying attention to where she was going or something like that, only to see that it still said 11:44. Which was the exact time she had gotten her lazy ass off the couch to do the dishes, a task she had obviously not completed.

Normally at this time of the day Hayden would have been at school or at her nannying job, however, the family she nannied for was on vacation and she was on spring break herself. When she went back to school she would be completing her last quarter of graduate school in order to obtain her masters in both education, drama, as well as a certificate in psychology, something she only recently discovered was a thing.

A honk of someone's car horn brought it to Hayden's attention that she was about to step into the middle of a busy street. At some point in her musings, she had started to walk. Realizing, again, that she was not at her house anymore.

"I must be taking some freaky shit," Hayden said as she looked around the area. The street was busy with both pedestrians and vehicles. Red double deckers and black taxis sped past, causing Hayden to do a double take.

"Nope," Hayden said before turning and walking into the nearest cafe, "I'm dreaming."

She sat down at a table without ordering anything and put her hands on her head, lowering her elbows so they rested on the flat surface. She planned on just waiting for the dream to end. One of her roommates should be home soon and they would probably wake her up.

When she checked her watch again it said 12:01 and she let her head slip past her hands to land with a thud on the table. She then looked around the cafe she was in, noting that the time on the clock was eight in the evening. Hayden quickly put the pieces together and decided that she was most definitely dreaming.

"I can't possibly be in the U.K." She assured herself as she pinched her arm with her eyes closed. When she opened them and nothing had changed she sighed, "this is officially the most bizarre trip of my life. And I don't even do drugs."

Hayden shook her head before standing to go outside. She was just about to go to the door when she ran into someone. The other person prevented her from falling back and she gave them a grateful smile.

"Sorry, I'll watch where I'm going next time," Hayden apologized, the other person just gave her a nod before walking past her and up to the counter.

Hayden was halfway down the block when she realized that the person she had run into looked like a celebrity that she knew from a show that she avidly followed. She turned to walk back to the shop before realizing how stalkerish that would be of her.

"Damn," She groaned as she continued down the street, waiting to wake up.