Marian squeezed her eyes shut, trying to work out what had happened. Had she slipped and hit her head when she was running? Was she in some basement with the Sheriff drugging her?
She took a deep breath, trying to slow her heart-rate at least enough that she felt as though she wasn't still running for her life.
The other woman was an immortal, Marian could feel that. Some sort of god? Marian couldn't tell.
But whoever she was, she was stronger than Marian and she needed to be wary. She had no idea what was going on.
"I'm sorry," Marian told her. "I don't mean to be rude, it's just that... a moment ago I was running through a train station in New York City and now... I don't know where this is, your garden. Have-" She whipped her head around again to try and take it all in. "Is this the past? Have you brought me somewhere? Or sometime?"