She wasn’t surprised that most of the details had been left out. If it was as bad as her experience in Russia, she wouldn’t blame anyone for keeping it to themselves. “Well…” Where to start. The beginning was probably the best bet, even if it hadn’t started out quite as badly as it ended. “One minute I was at home and the next I was in Russia. I met this girl, Darcy. She’s from the building too, and we had to break into this house to steal some clothes and find a place to stay.” Briefly she thought she should go to confession, but stealing was the least of her sins these days. “But we got separated and for some reason they thought… Do you know anything about the Romanov family? The last royals... the ones who were murdered? Well, we went back in time to when they were still alive. They thought I was Anastasia’s – the youngest daughter – they thought I was her governess, so I had to work with her while I was there. It wasn’t so bad at first, she was a dear, but the there was still all this… unrest, I guess is the best word. The people thought Rasputin was still alive and they…”
She didn’t want to bring up Vlad but there really was no way of telling the story without him. “Vlad had been transported too and I guess they were mistaking him for Rasputin. Anyone seen with him was mistaken for his witches. Me, Ella, there were two other girls – I don’t know their names but…” Thinking about it now made her cringe, all the involuntary movements causing more pangs and making her flinch. “They tied the four of us up. Started to burn us at the stake.” She had been staring at her hands as she talked but she took a moment to glance up at him. There was more, she knew he could tell that easily enough, but she wanted to see how he was faring with the information she had just given him.