Samantha looked down at herself and Tabitha. Was it that obvious that they were out of place and time? She had to admit, she looked to be the only woman on the street in a dress and sensible heels. Everyone else, including the woman in front of her, seemed to be wearing pants. Or skirts that were awfully short. She and Tabitha looked very unusual compared to everyone else, though everyone else looked unusual to her.
I've seen the past before, but never the future... Samantha couldn't say that she was overly fond of it thus far. Oh dear, she thought aloud. A curse? I haven't had to deal with one of those in ages. Do you know who's cast it? The Witches Council should really be notified.