Amelia took a step backward, planting her parasol firmly to lean on it for support. She was known for her stalwartly disposition, but this was a bit much for even her. She took a few deep breath, focusing on just breathing. If she passed out, she very much doubted this Mr. McFarland would be of much help. Even if he wanted to be of assistance, she didn't think he'd have the proper faculties to be effective.
After a few moments, she finally breathed a response. "It was 1895."
Feeling less faint, she raised herself up to her full height and stared down the gentleman. She even gave a stern look to the doll. "1895, Mr. McFarland. I closed my eyes for a moment, in Egypt, in 1895 and opened them to find myself here and you say it was two thousand-something where you came from."
"I have no idea where Oz, or Neverland or Nanania are. I've never heard of them. I have no idea how it can be one time for me and another for you. What I DO know is that I am NOT staying here. I have a son and a husband, and they need me." Particularly Ramses. Amelia shuddered at the thoughts of what that boy could be up to without her guidance and rules.