"Catherine."

The floor was cold; she registered that first.

"Catherine sweetheart, can you hear me?"

It was cold and hard and a complete contrast to the soft warmth of the hand that cradled her other cheek. She registered that after, and her body flinched away before she could enjoy the comfort. Light pierced the calming darkness when an eye fluttered open, then the other and she found herself dizzy and aching, wishing she could return to the peace and quiet of wherever she'd just been.

It took a few blinks to distinguish the two pairs of eyes staring back at her.

"Hey, you're okay." The voice was soft; a gentle, motherly tone as if the owner was afraid of scaring her off - she found herself instantly at ease at hearing it.

"Catherine, you're safe now." A smile, bright and beaming and warm.

"How do you know my name?"

"You were the only one left." The first replied. "Process of elimination."

The woman was crouched before her, close enough to feel welcoming, but keeping enough distance to avoid intimidation, and the other, slightly younger girl was stood behind her, a hand on her shoulder and a childish grin on her lips. She hadn't realised how scared she must have looked before glancing down at her arms; they were wrapped tightly around her legs, knees brought to her chest in defence.

"Only one left?" Her head was spinning. "Who are you?"

"I'm Jane, dear." That was the one closest. "And this is Katherine." She patted the hand that lay on her shoulder, looking up at the girl behind her.

"You can call me Kat," She was still smiling.

"Do you remember what happened?" Jane asked carefully, She shook her head. "Okay, do you remember anything from your life?"

She thought for a moment. She tried to remember, she really did, but nothing came. There were no pictures or sounds or sentimental feelings, just the ghostly fragments of memories that had been lost long ago, replaced with an automatic list of facts that she supposed summed up her life. "My name is Catherine Parr." Jane nodded along, she guessed in encouragement, as she continued. "I was born on the 16th of August, 1512... And this isn't what the world looked like."

She frowned when she realised and took another look around. The room was bright and light, the walls painted a crisp white. The wooden floor was polished and smart and there was a rug lying on it that she feared was at great risk of damage. The sun streamed in through a giant pane of glass that was held together only by a flimsy frame of plastic. It looked like it could shatter any moment, yet the women before her hadn't seemed to have noticed the hazardous condition of the window, nor the fact that the carpet should really be hung safely on the wall. Now that she thought about it, the women themselves looked just as peculiar. Their hair flowed freely down their shoulders, the ends of Kat's having been coloured a vibrant shade of pink, and the clothes they were sporting were the kind that could cause a public outcry.

"Where am I?"

At this, Jane took a deep breath and looked at the girl sympathetically. "You're in the twenty-first century, Catherine."

She could feel her eyebrows moving closer together, lips parting to let out the multitude of questions appearing in her head. Kat spotted the frown and jumped to settle the matter. "You're dead." She scrambled. "Well, you're not dead. You were dead. Now you're alive, but like, not in the same time you used to be alive? It's like-" She let out a desperate huff as Jane placed a hand on her arm and turned back to Catherine.

"You've been resurrected." Catherine was starting to think this woman was eternally calm. "We all have." There was a pause. "You were married to Henry, yes?"

It took a second for Catherine to nod. She knew it was true, as if there was a little line of text deep-rooted in her identity where the words were stated, but the details around the initial fact were blurry. If she'd been asked to describe her husband she would have drawn a blank. She wasn't sure why.

Jane seemed too focused on the careful consideration of her words to clock Catherine's hesitation.

"So were we." She continued, and the writing in Parr's mind became a little clearer. Jane Seymour. Katherine Howard. "I'm sure you know all about that," She decided it would be too complicated to try and explain that she didn't really. "-but we're all here now. We're not too sure about the specifics, or how it happened, but one day each of us woke up here and... well, here we are. A new life."

Catherine looked at them for a long moment. She had died. She didn't remember dying. But she had died. Only minutes ago she was dead and now... now she was living and breathing as if nothing had ever happened. Living and breathing five hundred years after her grave was placed. She ran through the words in her mind again, couldn't picture any of it. They weren't memories, they were just...fact.

When she didn't reply the two women glanced worriedly over at each other. 

"Do you think she's alright?" Kat whispered unsubtly. 

"It's a lot to take in..." 

"Jane, she hasn't moved." 

"We just need to be patient." 

Kat gave a huff and sank back onto her heels, waited for ten more seconds before deciding enough was enough. "She needs a cup of tea." 

"And a lie down." Jane added sympathetically. 

Catherine didn't know what a cup of tea was but she liked the idea of sleep. When she felt two pairs of hands hoisting her up by the arms she slowly nodded, "Yeah, okay."

***

She had a lot of questions. As anyone would if they'd woken up and half a centuary had passed, but Catherine felt like she'd woken up and the history of the world had passed. Infact, she didn't feel like she'd woken up at all. The previous 36 years weren't hers, she couldn't picture herself living them, couldn't associate herself with the person who had. They weren't her years. 

She supposed that would just make it easier to accept this new world.

As they walked through the house - a very pleasant looking house, Catherine had to admit - Jane and Kat explained anything and everything Catherine could think to ask until they came to the kitchen and Kat bounded ahead.

"Look who we found!" She shouted excitedly.

"Kat!" Jane admonished, "We're being mindful and sensitive, remember? We don't mean to overwhelm you, love, I was going to leave introductions to when you'd got a little more settled," She shot a pointed look over to Kat who rolled her eyes, "But I guess since we're here..."

Two women had gathered infront of them. "Ladies, this is Catherine Parr." 

"Oh god, not another one." One laughed before extending a hand forward. "Hey, I'm Anna" Parr shook it nervously. "And you're not the only Catherine in this house."

"Yeah, she knows that you numpty," Kat commented with an eye roll before another woman stepped forwards.

"And I'm the other one," She smiled. "Last time I saw you, you were just a little girl." Parr gave her a confused look. "I'm your godmother."

The woman was looking at her in this way. Fond and familiar and warm and it made Catherine's heart hurt. Because she couldn't find those feelings. She couldn't reciprocate that look.

"I'm sorry," She said, and she was, "I don't remember"

***

Jane made her a warm drink and told her it would be ok, that they'd all had some missing gaps at the start and they're memories had trickled back after a nice cup of tea and a long rest. 

Catherine cradled the mug close and drank the nice tea but didn't hold out hope; it wasn't a case of 'missing gaps'. The canvas was blank. 

Catalina - as she'd been told to call her - had smiled and waved off her apology, guided her to a seat at the kitchen counter and sat beside her. "Couldn't expect you to remember something from so long ago now, could we?" She'd said. But Catherine has caught the little flicker of disappointment in her face and her godmother had excused herself a short while later. 

"I thought you said there were six of us?"

She was nearing the end of her second cup of tea when she noticed the empty seat beside Kat. The four of them had sat talking until the sun began to set, Catherine asking questions about life in the 21st Century, the others asking questions about life as Catherine Parr; all of which were answered rather feebly. 

"Ah yes, that's Anne," Jane replied, following her gaze. "she's.." she let out a sigh. "She's taken all this the hardest, bless her, I imagine you'll see her at some point."

As if on cue, they heard the quiet sound of footsteps and a girl engulfed in a giant hoodie plodded into the room, the right side of her face hidden behind a curtain of brown hair. She didn't seem to notice the group to the side of her, instead, approaching the fridge and collecting a handful of strawberries, while humming quietly under her breath. she turned on her heel, startling slightly at the sight of five faces staring back at her and took out one of her earphones. "who's the newbie?"

"Catherine Parr," Anna answered for her.

"It's nice to meet you," Parr added with a wave, feeling the heat in her cheeks.

There was a moment where Anne seemed to weigh her options, and then she replied quietly. "It's nice to meet you too Cathy." There was a shy smile on her face when she replaced the earphone and walked swiftly out of the room with her snack. Kat flashed a similar - albeit much less shy - farewell smile to the table before following suit and racing out after her.

"Well!" Anna clapped. "I guess that solves the issue of the three Catherines."