"Jane?" It was Jacob.

"What, Jacob?" Jane groaned into her old pillow. She was tyically impossible to wake in the mornings.

"C'mere."

"Why."

"It's a bird, Jane. Right here on our-"

"Okay, okay, jeez!" Jane burrowed out of her blankets and looked at the dully lighted window. A huge bird that looked like it could tear an arm off sat there, perched. "Okay, so there's a pigeon. Can I go back to sleep?"

Jacob rolled his eyes at her, and she barely caught the bird taking off as she fell back into her bed.

Their dad rushed in a few seconds later, nearly tripping on the doorway. She heard him groan as he stooped to pick up something, and his gasp.

"Kids, where'd you find this?

"It was from some bird in my room-"

"That wasn't any bird. That, my boy, was a Peregrine Falcon."

Jane shot up from her bed, eyes wide as they locked with Jacob's.

A peregrine.

How interesting...

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The twins came to the children's home with renewed spirits. They practically raced through to the door, before popping it open with an eery creek.

The entire house looked ransacked, like a hundred years ago, they'd been in a huge rush to leave.

Jane took a risk and climbed up the stairs to the bedrooms, Jacob tailing behind. They came to a room that had crayon marks all over the walls.

Jacob seemed a bit teary, and Jane struggled to evade that. "Uhhh. Look! Something...under-grunt-the bed!" Jane wrestled a large suitcase from underneath the bed. "Let's open it up, shall we?"

The two than struggled to throw it down the stairs and heard a resounding crash.

Jane smiled at Jacob. "See? Easy."

He gave her a smile in return. "Yeah." But then his face clouded, and Jane feared the worst. "We're gonna have to go get those."

"Ah, shit."

After a struggle and much swearing from Jane, the two got downstairs, where Jacob had his phone out to use as a flashlight.

"Just. Trash," Jacob groaned. "Nothing useful."

"Oh, c'mon, the trick shots are pretty c-"

"Abe?" Jane's head shot up yet again at the sound of the new voice. "Is that you?" Through the hole in the basement ceiling sat a few children, but on the stairs stood a rather pretty girl that Jane could feel Jacob noticing.

"No, it's Jane! Portman-" The pretty girl was now holding a knife to her throat. Ah, the joys of exploring old houses.

---

"Well this is going 'swell." Jacob muttered to Jane shortly.

"I didn't know that you didn't introduce yourselves to pretty girls," Jane mumbled crossly. "I would do damage control, but she has us on a very short leash!"

And indeed she did. There was rope around their wrists as they had been claimed prisoners.

The girl turned suddenly. "In here!" And thus the twins were forced into an odd house...thing. Jane squinted at the calendar. "Hey, you've got the date wrong."

"No, we don't."

"Um, okay then. What day is it?"

"September third, 1940." Jacob fainted suddenly, and Jane felt the color drain out of her face.

"When?"

"You heard me."

The two girls stood in an awkward silence as they waited for Jacob to wake.

When Jacob had finally gotten ahold of his consciousness, Jane felt more awkward than before. And even more so when two cups of water floated towards them. "Here. Have some water."

Jane blinked at the empty space in confusion before she took a cup. "Uh. Thank you?" Awkward silence. "You haven't poisoned this, right?"

"Of course not," the voice replied. It sounded insulted, almost.

"Ahh. Then what's your name?"

"Millard Nullings, at your service. And you've met Emma-"

"Don't give them our names, you dolt!" Emma shrieked.

Jane paid no attention, and extended her hand. "Jane Portman. How do you do." A surprisingly warm hand engulfed hers, and she smiled as Emma groaned.

Emma then grabbed Jacob's binds and held them tight befoe turning to the void that was Millard. "Take the chatty one's."

"Chatty? Chatty? I mean, I'd hardly call myself chatty-" Emma gave her a glare, and Jane fell silent. Her rope levitated into the air, as a loose hand took hold of her odd leash, like a toy he didn't want to play with.