Henry Fitzwilliam
Knightley(1890)

My vision blurs initially as I open my eyes. Blinking ferociously, my vision clears and I see myself tangled within bed covers.

I slowly remove the covers and see that my coat is hanging on a cupboard at the far side of my bed chamber.

How did I get here? I only remember hearing Mother and Isabelle's vexed voices. And then...

I look around my room. I hear sudden hushed voices from outside my bedroom.

"You must understand, Mrs Knightley. If Henry exerts himself too much then this will most surely occur. His problem will not allow him to function like an ordinary young man ought to.

"I have written down the perscription. Please do take care of him if you want no more incidents like this."

"I understand, Doctor Hopkins. But this has not happened in over five years, Doctor. What do you propose is the reason?"

I hear a loud sigh.

"Madam, like I said before. He must not exert himself. This can also happen due to physical or mental tension. If he does not take care... the consequences will be severe."

"I understand. Elisabeth will give you your fee. Have a nice day, Doctor."

After that, I hear sounds of footsteps becoming more and more faint till I can not hear anymore.

I get out of my bed and reach for my coat. I must leave my room at this moment if I wish to be better. Some fresh air will do me good.

As I put on my coat, I wonder where to go since Mother will most probably see me if I am out in the gardens.

There is a balcony at a side of the library. I ought to go there.

I slowly turn the doorknob of my bedroom so that no one hears me. The library is just down the hall.

Mother and Isabelle must be downstairs and no one will come to the library now.

I turn towards my destination.

This is the second time this is happening... the fainting...

I only work so much so that I can prove to anyone who knows of my disease that I will not be tied down by such an absurd thing.

Many other people have diseases. Some must be in a far worse condition than I am. Some may be even too poor to get medical assistence. But, I am fortunate that I am not one of those people.

Also, my father does not hesitate to give me more work.

I think about these things as I enter the library. I look around to see if anybody is here but find no one. I take a book from a nearby shelf and sit on a chair placed in the balcony. This balcony is quite large with extra space and flower vines at the side.

When I was younger, I always came here to find solicitude. The environment of the library with millions of books would only appeal to persons like my sister and I. Though, I preferred to come here alone.

Now, I just do not have spare time.

I look down on my desk and see several pieces of parchment and quills splattered here and there. I pick up a page and start studying it.

I hear the door of the library open and footsteps. Then, there is a shuffling near the shelves.

"What is that book you have, Isabelle?" By the voice, I recognise its owner to be noneother than Meredith.

I cannot see her nor Isabelle due to the large shelves of books in between. Probably, that is why they have not seen me yet.

"Materia Medica, or as the modern name is: Pharmacology. This subject has always intrigued me."
Now I hear Isabelle's voice.

"You do so amaze me, Isabelle. What would a young woman of one-and-twenty like yourself be doing with such dull books?"

"Knowlege is for everyone. Whether, it is for a young woman or an old man."

"Yes, but must not a young woman like yourself be worried about your future after your father? The world is so cruel to young women."

I can imagine Isabelle mentally groaning at this statement. She did always abhor this topic.

"A young woman like myself need not  worry about marriage. My sum in the property is enough for me to spend the rest of my life in ease, which as you know(probably everyone knows since I am a Knightley) is thirty thousand pounds."

Isabelle actually gave a valid answer to this question. Usually, she would just be enranged if any person spoke of this topic.

Isabelle has always been sensitive of Father, but the answers to questions like these must be given in the light of logic. Not mere affection. She would not even listen to Father whenever he would discuss this matter.

"And who would make sure to give you that sum after your father? Your brother?"

Meredith chuckles a bit.
"Do not fool yourself, Isabelle. Your brother is the most eligible bachelor in the vicinity. Any woman would be pleased to be wedded to him. He will be married in a year or two, and brothers after marriage, only listen to their wives. Not sisters."

"Mine is not of the sort, Meredith."

As I am listening to their conversation, anger boils within me.

I may be stern and protective but I can never even think of the sort or according to Ms Maleece's prediction, wed a woman who would be like that.

With these thoughts in my head, I unconsciously tap the table next to me with my fingers.

Isabelle and Meredith turn their towards my destination.

"Henry, what are you doing here? You should be resting in your room."

"I needed some fresh air. You need not worry, sister. I am in good health."

"You fainted. I do not presume so."

"Mistress Isabelle! Mistress Meredith! Your mother is calling for you." Elisabeth calls them from outside the door.

"Now I presume that you ought to go downstairs, Isabelle and Ms Maleece. I am perfectly fine."

"This conversation is not over," she says to me while turning towards the door,"Come, Meredith."

Isabelle and Ms Maleece walk out of the library.

My conversation with them even cooled down my anger towards the matter.

My descendent, Dylan, is quite like I in this manner. Not just in appearence but also in temperament.

I have been observing the modern Knightleys for years, and there definietly is an uncanny resemblance between the 1890 and 2015 ones.

Though, Lindsey reminds me more and more of Matthew...

I suddenly feel something in my pocket. I put my hand into it and find my journal.

Seeing the journal, I remember all of the past few hours.

When I fainted, Lindsey, Dylan, Ethan and Allison were taken back to their world.

I remember hearing the word, abitos. I only know that that abito is the Latin verb for departure.

Abitos? S is not added to the word.

Even Lindsey and her fellows were supposed to see this library scene as well. They should not be in their world at this moment.

However, I will have to use other methods to show them this.

But there is something quite queer. My journal being in my pocket, my descendents and their companions to miraculously disappear, I being here.

Something is wrong. Terribly wrong.

Hey guys! So this is my 'second' 2k16 update. Time flies, doesn't ? But only when you enjoy it;)

I hope you all got some answers to why Lindsey and the gang vanished suddenly. I also thought to add in a bit of problems which were faced by nineteenth century women.

Oh, one more thing. Some readers told me that they were confused about the pronounciation of Lindsey's last name, Knightley.

It's pronounced NIGHT-LEE. It is derived from the word 'knight'. As knights are symbolized with bravery and nobility. So, Knightley means like a knight, noble and brave.

And its plurals is Knightleys not Knightlies. That is intententional.

Also Allison's last name is CrimsoM. Not CrimsoN.

Anways, happy belated new year to you all(again). Avoid weird typos.

Love,
MS Zame:)