West End, Freedom City
Lucy woke up with a throbbing headache something that struck her as odd, though right now she couldn’t remember why that was strange thing. She opened her eye’s to see a masked female face filling her vision, now that was a lot more familiar.
“Are you okay? You were attacked and I sent them packing.†there was pride in her voice, it wasn’t something she’d done before.
Lucy sat up causing the woman to step back, she didn’t quite know what to do this was all still new to her. She might be a hero of some type, her face was covered by a blue handkerchief actual everything she wore was blue and harked back to the classic 20’s style.
“I’m fine, just a bump from the fall.â€
She rubbed a rather large bump on the back of her head.
No wait that couldn’t be right? On hunch she felt for a pulse and could hear the steady beat of her heart.
She was alive again.
“I know this sounds a little weird, but what the day and year today?â€
The woman looked a little suspicious but answered the question.
“It’s May 27th 1926.â€