"I didn't realize that you wanted to kiss me so bad, Katy," Mason said. "I was beginning to wonder if you actually hated me." I frowned; something didn't seem right.

"Why did you use the bright light as your excuse?" I asked, realizing that I had made a silly mistake in not asking something so important.

"Because it was the only one that couldn't possibly be explained," Mason said, "So it was easier than lying about something that never existed."

"Mason, I think that light ruined my life," I said. Mason furrowed his brows.

"What do you mean by that, Katy?" Mason asked.

"You're not going to believe me," I said, "But I think that light switched me with another reality. There's no such thing as magic here, right?"

"You're talking nonsense again," Mason said. "Another reality? Magic? I mean, if we use science, neither of those make any sense."

"Science?" I asked, "Is that what they use here instead of magic?" Mason seemed to realize that I was telling the truth.

"Are there any other differences?" Mason asked.

"Hair colors and eye colors," I said. "If your voice weren't the exact same as the Mason I knew, I probably wouldn't have been able to tell who you were." Mason's light blue eyes flashed, and I realized that his eye color was somehow still the same.

"So, what hair and eye color did I have in this other world?" Mason asked.

"They were both blue," I said, "but my hair was pale pink, and my eyes were purple."

"But my eyes are still blue?" Mason asked, "I thought you said that eye colors were different too. But then again, you said you had purple eyes and pink hair, but those are unnatural."

"Well, my eyes are blue here," I said, "So that somewhat makes sense. What colors are natural for eyes and hair here? Maybe it's different because of the magic in the other world?"

"Well, for eyes, there's black, blue, green, brown, hazel, and gray," Mason said, "And hair… Well, there's brown, yellow, black, orange, red, gray, and white. Oh, I almost forgot… It's extremely rare, but some people born with albinism have red eyes. Again, it's very rare even among albino people, who are rather rare themselves, so you probably won't meet anyone with them."

"That's a small number of colors…" I said, "We have every color of the rainbow in our eyes and hair, and all of them are natural."

"So, was my hair light blue or dark blue?" Mason asked.

"It was the same color as your eyes," I said, "So, light blue." Mason smiled.

"That sounds like fun," Mason said, "But was he exactly like me otherwise?"

"What you said made sense for my Mason as well," I said, "But again, I don't understand how this even happened. Reversal magic doesn't even work because there's no magic here. I wonder what that light was supposed to do."

"So that flash of light was what changed you?" Mason asked, "Do you think it tore you from your reality into mine? Maybe we should investigate the origin of the light. Could it be possible that the light switched my Katy with you, and she's in your world, scared and alone?"

"Seeing as almost everything is the same as this world," I said, "Aside from Magic and the colors, I think she'll be fine. Who knows, it might be playing out the exact same way in the other world for your Katy."

"I just thought of something," Mason said. "What if we use Science to send you back?"

"I don't know anything about science," I said.

"But you're a Scientist in this world," Mason said, "To be more specific, a time travel researcher." I blinked; that's funny how it translated to this world. I used to be a time magic researcher.

"So, it's basically the same," I said. "Just switch travel with magic, and it's what I used to do."

"I guess," Mason said.

"So how does this science thing work?" I asked. Mason smirked.

"You'll see," Mason said. "I think we've had enough time to talk. I hope you don't mind me tying your wrists with rope." He got out some rope.

"I understand that you have to," I said, "But it's rather inconvenient."

"Just until we get to the first prince," Mason said, as he bound my wrists together behind me."

"You're going to untie me after that much time?" I asked, "I understand that it's for pretenses, but can't you untie me when we get to the carriage?" Mason sighed.

"It's a car, not a carriage," Mason said, "And I'm not going to be sitting next to you in the back seat because I'm the one driving."

"A what?" I asked.

"You don't know automobiles?" Mason asked.

"Of course not," I said. "We have carriages."

"Driven with horses?" Mason asked.

"No, by magic," I said.

"Well, that is somewhat similar," Mason said, "But Automobiles or Cars here use gasoline instead of magic."