Marian had been in Red Oak for several days now, slowly adjusting to the new place, and the new life. She especially liked the new clothes, the pants, jeans Meg had called them, quite liberating. It was small wonder women had accepted them so whole-heartedly over the past millennium.
Heading to the manor, she'd barely noticed the dark figure standing in front; there were strange people everywhere and one didn't stand out from the crowd more than the others. At the voice, though, Marian froze, heart sinking.
A shake of her head as she ducked by him. This was not happening. He couldn't be there.