You sniff, holding back tears. That glimpse of your mother is still
all you can think of. You have to find a way to save her
somehow...Maybe someone here knows something about time travel?
But who would believe a three year old? Good thing you still have the
intelligence of a young adult.
Here you are, a helpless little three-year- old in 21st century
clothes, standing alone one the side of a city street. Horses with
carriage and drawcarts pass by. Women and men in Victorian clothes can
be seen waing along the street.