Scott Langston stood in front of the old battered door of a second-floor apartment building in Farringdon. If he had opened the door, it would have opened up to a small family enjoying dinner, but instead, he inserted a key into the lock on the door, and turned it to lock the door. Rather than a click of the lock, he heard a cackle that still freaked him out no matter how many times he heard it. However, it signaled that if he knocked on the door, Iscariot would hear the knock instead of the family. Knocking on the door, Scott waited as it rumbled with what sounded like a thousand bolt locks being slid away, and the door opened. Standing in front of him was a very annoyed and tired Iscariot.

“What did I tell you, Scott? You have only been gone for a couple of hours in my time. I need my bloody damn sleep,” he said angrily before letting out a tired yawn.

“I know and I apologize. It was urgent that I spoke with you,” Scott said.

“What could be that important?” Iscariot asked grouchily.

“We were attacked, and the kid was injured by the changeling,” Scott said, making Iscariot regret his words.

“Did you take him to that witch, Elysif?” Iscariot asked with a somewhat distorted and urgent tone.

“Yes, he should be fine. Although, he would have died otherwise,” Scott said.

“I feel like death would have been better for him than leaving him with that witch,” Iscariot said sympathetically.

“Don’t worry, he passed her test. She will go easy on him… I hope,” Scott reassured him… somewhat. The two sighed as if to give their condolences, before Iscariot gave him a groggy but stern look.

“But you didn’t come here just because of that. There’s more?” Iscariot said, knowing that he wouldn’t have come here just to tell him that.

“Yep, that changeling might be connected to a scheme against Mama Louise, hatched by a splinter group of the Leprechauns,” Scott explained.

“So, why should I care about that? Take that to your higher-ups. It’s none of my bloody business that a brothel and a bank are at war,” Iscariot stated firmly as he waved him off.

“... Sir Micheal was there too,” Scott finally said, the image of the masked man he saw was vivid in his mind.

“...” Iscariot just stood there contemplating the words that left Scott’s mouth. Then, he finally spoke with a very concerned look on his face, “Did you get struck in the head?”

“He saved me and the kid from the changeling. Then, he disappeared before my eyes, unlike any supernatural being I’ve ever seen,” Scott said with the most bewildered look.

“I think that you’re losing it. Sir Micheal is a Table legend, a story to make the Table more wary of situations when they don’t need to be. However, if Sir Micheal has actually appeared, then I can only assume that something interesting is about to happen within the Table. Legend states that he was the last of King Arthur's knights. An immortal man who is believed to have killed Arthur himself. So, before you say it was this legendary boogeyman, you should make sure it was him?” Iscariot said as if lamenting a past that he would have never seen.

“I do believe that it was him. He matched the old paintings and his descriptions to the letter,” Scott said to affirm Iscariot.

“Then we should do nothing except protect ourselves,” Iscariot said, climbing back into bed.

“What the hell!” Scott said with a confused look, grabbing Iscariot and pulling him out of bed. “What do you mean, nothing? We should tell the Table at least.”

Iscariot got up from the floor, dazed, and stared him in the eyes as he tried climbing back into bed again. “Sir Micheal has appeared in the legends very few times. All but the times during the Round Table's existence are skeptical sightings by the Head Consul with few casualties, so we should do nothing. It could be related to Mr. Barrett and his time travel accident, or it could be completely unrelated. Who knows? Just protect yourselves and don’t worry too much,” Iscariot said as he tried to get comfortable again under the covers.

“Fine, but the Table needs to know about this little war. I spoke to Mama Louise about the situation and she had one of her own executed in front of me to show that war was beginning. Although the one she executed was a traitor, I did not want to see that. She is a terrifying lady,” Scott said with a winded expression.

“So are you when you need to be,” Iscariot said with a yawn, as he got snug underneath his blanket.

“Well, I will see you in a fortnight, my sleepy friend,” Scott said as he got up and left, shutting the door behind him and taking his key from the lock. Returning the door to that of the families who were now behind it, cleaning up from their meal.

***

As I looked around at Elysif’s home, I saw that it was a mix of clean and messy. The area we were in was as pristine as any hospital, and it even had that rubbing alcohol smell, but in the corner was a large stack of files, books, and random papers. Other than us and the operating table, there was a lone desk and a counter covered in surgical tools, along with another counter covered in herbs and spices for her medicines. Much of the dining room sat vacant, other than a table and various dirty pots and pans. As for her bedroom, I didn’t know. The door was closed, and I did not have any reason to check inside. Then, there was the living room, which wasn’t that bad. In fact, it looked to be rather homey.

Elysif sat at her desk with a mostly bored face, or she was deep in thought... I wasn’t sure, but she looked as if she was staring off into space for no real reason. I was about to ask her about witches, when she turned towards me with a smile. Despite my more recent opinions of her, she wasn’t bad at all. In fact, she seemed to be a regular person who just happened to be a magic doctor.

“Would you like some tea?” she finally asked to break the silence of our mutual boredom-induced dissonance.

“Yes, please. If you need any help with anything, tell me, because I am rather bored,” I replied eagerly, as I was parched, but far too nervous to ask for a drink.

“As am I. I wouldn’t be making tea otherwise,” she replied in a snarky tone.

“You don’t fancy tea?” I asked questionably, as I assumed that most British people enjoyed the drink; it was odd to meet one who didn’t.

“I enjoy it. I just don’t enjoy making tea. It takes several minutes, in which you are eagerly waiting for the water to get to the right temperature. During those few minutes it feels like an eternity, and I hate moments like those,” Elysif said with a relatable aura.

“I can agree with that, when time seems to slow down, it feels like forever, and that isn’t the best feeling. I think Einstein said it best, as time is relative. Sometimes it’s relatively slow,” I said, hoping to further the conversation.

She gave her head a curious tilt as she raised her voice, ”Who’s Einstein?”

Oh, right... Einstein probably hasn’t been born yet. I should have thought about that. “He is a famous physicist from the future. You wouldn’t know of him, sorry,” I said. Why did I keep forgetting that no one is going to understand my references?

“Scott did say that you’re from the future. I don’t believe him, but he rarely lies… at least, not since I’ve known him. Are you really from the future?” Elysif said as if she was thinking back.

“Yes, I just sort of walked into this time period,” I said, throwing my hands up in an "I don’t know" gesture.

“Could it be magic that sent you here?” Elysif asked.

“I don’t know. Maybe, but I don’t know much about it,” I replied. There really was no way for me to know at the moment.

“Could you describe the experience?” Elysif said in a professional doctor's fashion.

“I walked through an alleyway and ended up in 1888,” I said frankly. I didn’t know what else to tell her.

“Well, then do you mind if I cut you open and see if I can figure out what sent you here?” Elysif asked with a look that I could only describe as pure desire. Did she actually want to cut me open? I really hope not.

I gave her a dumbfounded look as if I had just heard someone tell me they were God. “What? No! Are you crazy?” I asked blatantly.

“That's not a very nice thing to call a lady,” she said, almost taken back.

“Hey, I am gonna speak the truth. Because it doesn’t matter what gender you are, if you want to cut someone open just to figure out something, then you’re crazy,” I said earnestly as I stood up. She lowered her head into her hands as she sat in her chair. Oh, no, is she crying? I could hear her crying through her hands. Shit. I just met this girl and I already made her cry, even after she just saved my life. “Hey, look I didn’t mean to sound so aggressive,” I started to say, but then she raised her head from her hands and she was laughing like a madwoman. She wasn’t crying, damn it, she was actually crazy.

“You are an odd one. No man in this time period would act that way. Even Scott, who is as callous as they come, treats women differently than men. You, on the other hand, are the same to both with no difference between the two. You didn’t even care that a woman was the one doctoring you up.” She cackled before calming down.

“Why would I care? It doesn’t matter who you are, people are people, and you treat them all the same,” I said.

“Ah, I wish I could live in your time. What year did you come from, again?” she asked.

“Late 2019,” I answered.

“Well, that sucks. I’ll be dead by then. Are you sure you don’t want to try an experiment to send us both to your timeline? It could only require me looking at what's inside you?” Elysif asked, as if she were pleading in a roundabout way. Though something about the way she said that last sentence had me concerned.

“I am sure,” I said. Scott, please come pick me up, this woman is freaking me out.