"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"  Mamoru and Haruka screamed.  There was an earsplitting sound; like metal against metal, then all was quiet.  They were sitting on the ground.

            "Where are we?"  Haruka asked, getting up and rubbing her shoulder; which had broken her fall.  "And why am I not Sailor Uranus?  I didn't de-transform!" she yelled in anger, looking around.

            They were in an open field, next to a dirt road.  The wind was blowing, giving the air a bite to it; but other than that, it was impossible to determine the season. Her survey finished, Haruka reached into her jacket to pull out her transformation pen.  It was not there.

            "My rose!"  Mamoru was yelling in frustration.  "Where is it?" he started going through his infamous green jacket in a state of panic.

            "I guess that he put us back in time."  Haruka mused, cupping her chin in her hand, and looking for the entire world like Ami.

            "What makes you think that?"  Mamoru asked, turning to face her.

            "Our transformation devices.  They've not here because we're in the past."  Haruka explained, and Mamoru gave her a black look.  Sighing, she embellished,  "Obviously his time was before I got my pen or you got your rose, so they aren't here..."

            "Hey!" Came a voice, interrupting the Senshi.  Freezing, they turned around, only to see a little girl standing on the road, staring at them.  "Why are you dressed so funny?" she asked, walking closer to them, a bucket in her hand.

            "Would you please tell us what year it is?" Mamoru asked her kindly, ignoring her question.  He figured that if he was going to be stuck back in time--with Haruka the Strange--he might as well know what year he was in.

            "Oh course, kind sirs."  A grin.  "'Tis seventeen seventy four.  You are in Williamsburg--"

            "Seventeen Seventy four!"  Haruka gasped.

            "Williamsburg?"  Mamoru moaned.

            "Yes.  Does that bother you?" she grinned even wider at the notion, her green eyes flashing.

            "N...no."  Haruka stuttered, in a state of shock. Needing something to say, Haruka turned her gaze back to the girl, and asked, "What's your name?"

            "Clara.  Clara Manderly." Clara smiled pleasantly.

            "My name is Ch--" Mamoru had to stop himself from saying his last name first, as was custom in Japan.  "Mamoru Chiba," he continued, "And this is Haruka Tenou."  Mamoru gestured towards Haruka as he said her name.

            Clara giggled.  "Those are funny names."

            Haruka smiled indulgently, never having thought of her name as anything else but a title, and a way of getting her attention.  Figuring that she might as well get something out of this child, she asked, "Do you know where we could stay for a little while?"

            "Hmmm.  No, I don't think that I do."  Clara answered, "But maybe-just maybe..." Clara got a sneaky glint in her eye.  "...Father might let you two stay with us for a while." she smiled sweetly.  "But right now I have to be getting back home.  I just passed by here on my way back to the house with this here bucket of milk.

            "You see, our cow--Ms. Milly--took sick and died, and since she was the only cow that we owned, we were in trouble," she started walking, the Senshi and prince following. "...But since our good neighbors, the Nemms, have two cows, they said that we could get milk off of Anna, their cow.  So I was on my way back to the house, with the milk, when I noticed you two."

            Mamoru smiled.  Clara was an adorable, outgoing girl, and with her bouncy chestnut brown hair and sparkling green eyes, she reminded him of the Senshi of Jupiter, Makoto Kino.

            As they walked--and Clara talked--Haruka remained immersed in her own thoughts.  *Well,* she sighed, and Mamoru glanced at her questioningly.  *Here starts a new chapter in the Book of Tenou.*  

            Clara's father had allowed Mamoru and Haruka to stay in the hayloft of the barn.  The hayloft was large, and as long as they promised to be careful, they were permitted to bring up a lantern at night.

            "Well," Haruka broke the silence.  "It beats sleeping outside."  She observed, as there was a crash, and the barn lit up with thunder and lightening.  Soon the pitter-patter of rain followed.

            "Yeah...I guess."  Mamoru sighed in obvious frustration.  "I still can't think of one way for us to get back to present day Tokyo." sitting down on a bale of hay, Mamoru propped his elbows in his knees, holding his head up.

            "So I guess that we're stuck here."

            "I guess so."

            "So, have you had any new ideas on getting back to Tokyo?" Haruka asked gamely, raking her fingers through her unruly blonde hair.

            "No."  Mamoru replied moodily.

            "Perhaps we should get on a plane and go to Tokyo?"  Haruka suggested.

            "In case you have forgotten, it's still seventeen seventy four."  Mamoru replied nastily.  He was in a bad mood because he missed Usagi, and had been hoping for some time alone, when Haruka had broken into his reverie.

            "What's your problem?"  Haruka asked in an annoyed tone of voice.  "I'm the only one with the ideas so far, so why don't you shut up and think?"

            Mamoru scoffed.  "Good morning to you too."

            "It was."  Haruka retorted curtly.  *Oh God, of all the people to be stuck with, why him?  Why not Michiru or Setsuna?* She silently implored.

            "Morning!"  Clara cried, running up into the hayloft.  "I thought that you two may get bored, so I brought you some of my dolls to play with." she proudly handed them two rag dolls which she had obviously made herself.

            "Oh, thank you.  That was very considerate of you."  Haruka replied politely, taking the two dolls and sitting them upright against a hayloft.  She really had no idea as to what she was suppose to do with them.

            "Yes, thanks."  Mamoru said distractedly.

            "Something on your mind?"  Clara asked, running up and sitting down next to him.  She, like Chibi Usa, was obviously smarter than other girls her age.

            "No, nothing."  Mamoru replied hurriedly.

            "Or do you mean no *one*?"  Clara asked sagely.

            "Seems like she's too smart for that, eh Mamoru?" Haruka asked wittily.

            Mamoru sighed.  "I just miss Usagi, my girlfriend."  He confessed.

            "What's a girlfriend?"  Clara asked.

            Flushing at the notion of explaining such a thing to any child not his own, scooted away, rolling to his feet. "Oh, never mind. It was nice of you to stop by and lend us your pretty dolls."  Mamoru quickly rushed out.

            "You know, she only wanted to help.  The least you could have done was answer her."  Haruka said, coming up from behind Mamoru and sitting down next to him.  *Especially since it left me to answer her hundreds of questions regarding girlfriends and whether or not a girlfriend was anything like her best friend.*

            "Yeah.  I was pretty rude, wasn't I."  Mamoru confessed; saying the words as a statement, not a question.  He already knew the answer.

            "You were."  Haruka answered, giving him no ground.  Growing tired of hovering over her companion, she went to sit down next to Mamoru.  They were at the edge to a lake, and the wind was blowing lightly at them.

            After a moment, Haruka became bored.  Finished looking at the trees and the wildlife, she looked into the water, and saw fish swimming around.  Thinking quickly, Haruka decided to catch one to eat later.  *The Manderlys never mentioned anything about feeding us.*

            Her decision made, Haruka jumped at the dozens of fish, and they darted away.  Mamoru gave her a weird look as she splashed around in the water.  Not about to give up, Haruka continued to harass the fish, in the hopes that she might catch one.

            *At least this is a legal way to get rid of some tension.*  She mused, standing still; in wait.  A fish swam by, and Haruka pounced at it.  *And then, of course, there's still the issue of that weird guy...Diablere... he's still in Tokyo right now, having his way--unless the Senshi took care of him after we were exiled.*

            Haruka broke off her own thoughts with a surprised scream.  Grabbing at her leg, she glanced at Mamoru, only to find him staring at her as if she had lost her mind.

            "Leaches."  Haruka clarified.

            Sighing, Mamoru got up to tell her to stop being stupid, but as soon as he did, he disappeared.

            "What the hell?" Haruka asked, forgetting momentarily about the leach attached to her ankle.  Frowning, she pulled it off, then went over to where Mamoru had been standing a moment ago.  The minute she reached the exact place where he had been, she, too, disappeared.