Miss Watson would unwittingly unravel the world, if it weren’t for Jophiel. The energy of her nerves was enough to shake buildings to the ground, or shift the tides in the sea – like she did last summer. She blamed herself for all calamities on Earth, and knew her anxiety presented itself to others in the most detrimental way, but she didn’t know how to stop it.
Jophiel, would soon learn how. She knew that it was the unfair assumptions of others fueling Miss Watson’s nerves. And while she wanted nothing more than to see her friend in peace, she recently discovered the most peculiar thing: the more Miss Watson worried – the closer she came to fulfilling her purpose.
Standing on the platform, she hoped Miss Watson would hold it together long enough for the train to enter the station, then all would settle down, and the forest fires unintentionally conjured that morning would disappear.
Travel was always a stressful event. And the stares from other passengers weren’t helping. They had only been in this world a few weeks and Miss Watson was finding the Victorian era to be quite suffocating. She paced the platform, sweating under her corset, peering down the track every few seconds. And although the thought of another new town unhinged her friend, Jophiel sensed their way back was forward – that each new town they came to held one more clue to leaving. Or maybe, she thought now, one more clue to staying.
The black smoke curling up over the trees worried her that the fires were spreading to close too the station, but suddenly Miss Watson’s shoulders relaxed and her disposition turned to that of giddy child. It was only the train! Finally. She knew if they had remained just one more second, the police would catch up to them for the broken windows they’d left behind in the hotel room. But how could they possibly know Miss Watson was responsible? Women in this era never did things reserved for drunken celebrities of the 21st Century. Yet the fact that Miss Watson had made the windows shatter purely from the site of emaciated stray cat on the street below meant that she was getting worse, and Jophiel was running out of time.
To Be Continued…