Roman Times
You close your eyes and wish with all your might that you could go
back to Roman Times. Suddenly you feel yourself being tripped up, but
you don't fall over, you feel like you're floating. Then your feet hit
the ground and you're standing in a cobbled street next to a city
wall. A man in a toga is looking at you like you've just dropped out
of the sky, which, technically, you have he grabs you're shoulder and
starts babbling away in Latin. You don't understand most of it but you
catch the words 'infra' (under) and 'comprehendere' (arrest), and you
twist out of his grip and start running.
'Zorra! he calls after you, which means something too rude to print
here. But you don't stop until you come to a place stuffed with
romans. Where should you run now? The baths? The market? The Arena?
It's your choice.
