Ruth didn't live in the nicest part of town. Actually, she lived in a shit hole. Her apartment, at the corner of Drug Central and Hooker Paradise, was just outside of Portland, Maine. She didn't live near the ocean, but on a good day, she could smell the rotting fish carcasses that scented the air.
But the night she stumbled upon a drunk, or high, unknown man throwing up his stomach just outside her apartment door, she finally decided that she couldn't live in the city anymore. She had decided that she was going to quit her job as a waitress and get a real job with her fancy writing degree. She was going to buy a little house, in a little town full of little people. Except she didn't actually get to do any of that because that man, large and smelling of puke, had touched her arm as she passed his hunched body, sending not only him but her into the past.
Over a thousand years into the past!