Magic

Still trapped.

Still Jules fault. Even though she denies it. The queen still hates me, and now Jules is always missing too. I swear I've lost my mind, drunk too much, or Medieval France is finally getting to me. I don't miss anything from the future. Well, I miss Mom.

Gill, you don't miss anything? Not even … never mind.

Oh, like you don't miss things Jules? Shut up.

I can't wait until we get to the Cliffs of Dover. I've always loved England and wondered what it looked like in the twelfth century. But first there is something I have to take care of.