"I'm from Earth," Cassandra replied with a slight shrug. "These clothes, however, are not." Sighing, she ran a hand through her wild, untamed curls. How many times had she told her story now? It was getting ludicrous. "This is the third time I've been abducted to another world. The first time was two years ago, to a place called Rowan. The second time was about ten months ago, to a place called Willaknapp. These clothes are from Rowan."

She actually was rather fond of them. There was something delightful about being able to wear trousers. They were easy to move and run in, less clumsy than her old chitons. The only problem was that the corset did not leave quite enough to the imagination, but Cassandra had moved past caring about that too much.

"I've never heard of Seattle," she mused. "But judging from your accent, I'm guessing you're not English. I've met a lot of English people. Are you an American?"