"Lindsey... wake up."

I feel my arm being lightly shaken by someone. The grip on it, is firm and at the same time, gentle.

I slowly open my eyes and see Dylan looking at me with concern. He is also sitting on the floor with his knees crouched.

Allison and Ethan are already on their feet, looking at me with the same worry as my brother.

"Are you all right?" he asks.

I nod my head and take a look at my surroundings. We are in the centre of a very large hall, I think that this is the ball room.

There are old paintings all around, with the ball room being decorated by numerous maids and butlers. Bright golden sunlight is pouring through the long-red, velvet curtains. The iron wrought windows of this ball room are quite large, like the present Edenfield's.

I recognize the surrounding to none other than the Edenfield of 1890.

Only the ball room windows are the same.

I stand up on my feet and Dylan does the same.

"Did anything special happen, yet?" I stretch my arms and Ethan shakes his head.

"No, we all only woke up a few minutes before you. You haven't missed anything."

Just as Ethan finishes his sentence, the door of this vivid hall swings open.

Henry is standing with his usual 1800's clothing. He is wearing a navy blue coat and he looks like he was just outside, since he's still wearing his top hat.

His eyes fall directly upon us. He motions his head towards the door and exits the hall.

We all shrug and follow Henry's suit. As soon as we step outside the hall, we are greeted with unrecongnizable voices.

"Henry, there you are! Mother has been looking all around the house for you."

Henry stops in his tracks and looks at the woman who just spoke to him.

The woman is tall, slim with dark brown hair and aquamarine eyes. She seems like a few years younger than Henry, probably like two or three years at the most. Not like the vast age difference between Dylan and me.

That woman looks exactly like me, only older.

My mouth opens a bit at the surprise of finding a girl who looks so much like me.

The only minor difference that I can see is that my eyes are ocean blue and hers are aquamarine.

I have my mum's eyes.

My brother and both of the cousins look repeatedly back and forth between the woman and me.

"Guys, stop. Look!" I try to stop them from accidentally unhinging their heads from their necks.

"I had only a few errands, Isabelle. I am coming." Henry says and walks forward.

"Father will be arriving here at any moment and you ought to be at the Entrance to greet him, along with Mother, Meredith and I."
Isabelle shakes her head, grabs Henry by his arm and walks to the Main Entrance.

"Well, I guess that's Henry's sister. The girl whose portrait we saw in your attic," Allison says.

"Yeah, I guess," I say.

Without furthur ado, we all walk to the Main Entrance. I don't find much changes in the 1890 Edenfield and the 2015 one. The only major difference is that all the furniture looks absolutely primaeval as compared to what we have now. The main structure is the same. Still, it's harder to navigate our way here.

As we walk behind Henry and Isabelle, the former stops at a door of a room and traces his fingers around it. There is also a name written on a shiny metal plate at this wooden door.

I take a step closer to look at the name imprinted.

"Matthew Wulfric Knightley."

Knightley?

Isabelle also stops to look at her brother. She looks at the name plate and sighs deeply,
"I miss him a lot these days."

"Likewise." Henry shakes his head and continues to walk.

We all stand behind and look at the door.

"I wonder who this other Knightley is. We haven't seen anyone except Henry, Isabelle, their mum and of course, Meredith," Ethan says.

"Maybe, Matthew Knightley is their dad?" Allison suggests.

"Possible," I say and move forward.

When we reach the Main Entrance, it is being heavily cleansed with even more maids and butlers than the ball room. Henry, Isabelle and Meredith are standing near the front door and from the little view from the ajar door, I see their mother in the gardens.

After a minute or two, the whole front door opens and two figures come in.

Mr and Mrs Knightley step into the house.

"Ah, Isabelle! There you are, lass!" Mr Knightley says and embraces Isabelle tightly.

"Welcome home, Father." She smiles at her father and he procedes to his son.

"Henry, do not tell me what I have heard is true! I hear you have not been taking care of your health!"
Mr Knightley pats Henry on the back.

"As you can see Father, I am perfectly fine." Henry shoots a look at his sibling and she just shrugs. Mr Knightley laughs and shakes Meredith's hand vigorously after she greets him.

With all the greetings done, they all walk towards the parlour room.

"How was Italy, Father?" Henry asks as all of them settle down in the parlour room.

"Absolutely fantastic, son. The vineyards are in better condition than I could have imagined. Our Italian representative is not to be taken as an amateur." He pauses and says,
"But one would prefer his homeland."

A maid serves all of them tea and some baked items.

Mr Knightley takes a cup of tea and says,
"And I have also heard that my local representative was doing quite good." He smiles at his son and takes a sip.

The way Mr Knightley talks about Henry, I can see visible pride in his eyes and also a touch of sadness.

Henry makes no comment but I think I see a speck of pink in his cheeks before he takes a sip from his cup.

"Now, you are only embarrassing our boy, Percival," Mrs Knightley says to her husband.

Percival? Well, there goes the hypothesis that Matthew Wulfric Knightley is Henry's father.

Mrs Knightley turns to Meredith and says, "I do so wish that I could have met your mother when I went to Italy, Meredith. She was such a good friend of mine before she decided to permanently reside there after the marriage."

"They are in Russia at the moment, am I correct?" Mr Knightley asks.

"Yes, Father has been expanding his business there, sir," Meredith says a little too quickly.

Now that I think about it, she doesn't have the typical English accent. There isn't much difference but still...

Mr. Knightley nods and turns to talk to his wife.

"So, what are we going to do now?" Ethan asks.

I shrug and look at the clock nearby. It's three O' clock in the evening.

When I look back, the scene suddenly fades away and all I can see are white clouds.

"Dylan? Ethan? Allison? Where are you all?" I shout out into the clouds.

A moment later the clouds fade away to reveal a beautifully decorated corridor. Everything in this corridor is lit with a golden light and every accessory, the portraits, candlebras, and even doors are shining.

I look around and sigh in relief when I see the others right next to me.

"That was freaky," Allison says while she fiddles with her fingers.

"Where were you all? I called you when the clouds came," I ask.

All three of them look at eachother and glance towards me.

"I didn't hear your voice," Dylan says.

"Neither did we," Allison tells me.

I open my mouth to say something but then I see a glass door ajar. Unlike rest of the windows and doors here, it is open and a cool breeze is coming from it.

I instinctly move towards the door and see a balcony beyond it.

There are a lot of balconies in the 1890 Edenfield.

There are flowers pots and vines at the sides with a table and a chair under the moonlight. I hear footsteps beside which are probably my brother with Allison and Ethan.

The sky is clear and I can see everything visibly here even in the twilight. There is also a figure at the edge of the balcony.

I recognise the figure to be Henry. Though, he looks different.
His hair is styled and he has a velvet coat on him. He seems to be in deep thought.

"Henry?" A voice comes from behind us.

"I am at the balcony!" he shouts back.

I look back and see a woman walking towards us.

Her golden dress gives a soft glow here. Her dress is short sleeved with a deep neck. There is embroidery on her chest. She is wearing long golden gloves which cover her arms till the elbow. The dress also has a long tail, adorned with lace at the sides.

I can only make out that her hair has been combed upwards with curls made of the long dark brown hair.

"I sometimes feel that it is my duty to fetch you whenever you have vanished," Isabelle says.
"Come, everyone is waiting for us in the ball room."

Henry turns around and looks at his sister, "Another ball, another ordeal."
He sighs.

Isabelle puts her left arm around the front of her waist and and the other's tips on her forehead.

"Henry, you are the scion of my our family. It is obligatory for you attend such ordeals."

A smile creeps onto Henry's face.
"And besides, do you think you are the only one who abhors such occasions. Just look at my tail!"
Isabelle points to the downward length of the dress that is touching the floor.

That does look a little uncomfortable.

Henry lets out a light laugh and moves towards Isabelle.

He holds out his arm to her and says,
"Shall we go, now?"

Isabelle takes his arm and says,
"Gladly."

They both walk out of balcony and into the corridor.

The rest of us follow them.

As we are half way to the ball room, Isabelle exclaims,
"I almost forgot! Evanna has come back from Dover, yesterday night, with her husband and she is here."

"You mean Evanna Cushing? Your friend?"

"Our friend, Henry. Yes, it has been so very long since I have met her." Isabelle smiles.

"And that must mean her brother is also coming." Henry grins.

"Of course, he would have come as well." A slight shade of pink comes to her face.

Henry and Isabelle look forward and both of them enter the ball room.

Hi guys! So, new update here after a one week wait. I think I went all multi media in this chapter:D

I hope you guys like it.

And yes, the group is still in the 1890 Edenfield. They haven't been teleported back to 2015;-)

I had to cut this chapter into two parts because it was would have exceeded 4k words, then. I wrote 2k words in this part.

For those whose summer holidays have already started: HAPPY NO FU******* SCHOOL SESSION!!!

And for those who are still have school: YOU CAN FRI***** MAKE IT!!!

*somebody coughs*

Ha ha, those rapper songs I've been listening to, are starting to affect me :3

Love,
MS Zame