Chapter 6
Second Go Around

The sun was setting. Thanks goodness my headache was gone. I found myself sitting on a wooden bench at the corner of the dirt road under a gas lamp. Pressing my fingers to my temples to ease the tension that was no longer there, I noticed my dress has changed. Once again I was wearing a silver/gray corset top, and a long burgundy Victorian skirt puffed on my behind. I snapped my head up and quickly glanced from my left to my right, to the front and finally glanced to the back of me to notice that I was having a vision again. It seems that I keep passing out and coming back to this odd place. This is definitely not the 21st century let me tell you that now. It looks like an old Victorian era. There are no black paved roads, no motor vehicles, no concrete side walks, most of the houses looked like shacks, and a few luxury homes that were Victorian style.

I glanced back to my right to hear the sound of clunking hoofs pulling a white carriage with red trimmed windows and black curtains that hung from the inside casually gliding towards my direction. The man maneuvering the round white carriage was wearing all red with a long Victorian coat that had 2 triangular straps that hung from the back of the coat, it had black thread lining along the hem, the pants he wore were a little too tight for my liking. It was red with long black socks that had his tights tucked into his socks and shiny black shoes with gold buckles. His hat was black and it was an old looking Victorian hat that curled upward on both sides. There were 4 horses pulling the compact white carriage that is really close to approaching me. Once the carriage was not even 5 feet from me it came to a sudden stop.

Already startled by being in this vivid dream, I was startled yet again by the sudden stop of this carriage. The horses reeked of shit and hay. I couldn't help but to jump quickly and pull my legs up off the ground to my chest to hug them tightly. Crinkling my nose, to the stench of crap and hay, I looked up to look at the carriage driver. His figure was very slender with a complexion that was chalky white pale, and he had long shaggy dark brown wavy hair, deep brown eyes, and a scruffy form of a barely growing beard that is in need of a trim before it gets out of control; other than that, he is pretty attractive in a mysterious way. He sat on the carriage driver seat to glare down at me while I sat on the wooden bench under the gas lamp with my knees hugged against my chest as I sat there glaring back at him with the same intensity. What in the hell is this guy looking at? I thought to myself.

Just as I began to relax and let my legs back down onto the ground so I could sit properly the carriage driver jumped down from his seat to greet me.

"Good evening miss, May I escort you to your destination?" like a perfect gentleman he asked as he bent down to bow at my presence and took my hand kissed back of my fingers.

"Umm, my destination?" I raised my eyebrows surprised at his question.

"Yes, you are sitting here at the town's carriage stop." He added

"Oh, well, umm." I muttered

"Is there somewhere you would like to go Miss Trinity?"

"Miss Trinity? What?" My eyes went wide, I was so shocked. How did this stranger know my name?

"Yes, Miss Trinity. If you would like I can escort you back to your place?" he suggested.

His voice was so soothing and calm. Such a gentleman, he took my hand to lead me towards the carriage. He opened the white door with red trimming around the small window that had black curtains hanging from the inside and I hopped in. Puzzled by the fact he knew my name was one thing, but trusting him enough to follow him into this carriage so he can take me to "my destination" is another.

I decided to lean my head against the wall inside the carriage so I closed my eyes for a brief moment. The carriage hit a pothole in the road and startled me. I jumped in my seat; wide eyed, I looked across from me in shock to find a silhouette of a young man sitting across from me in the carriage. His head hung low and all I could see was the blackness of his hair on the top of his head; head bouncing like a bobble head as we hit bumps on the road in the carriage. There was a bile stench that clouded the inside of the carriage and it was burning my nostrils. It must have been coming from the creepy guy sitting in front of me. I don't recall him sitting there when I first hopped into the carriage. Anyways, I sat in my place and remained still as we shared this carriage ride together.