Do a little self-exploration and see if any better options become available

?No, no. I think I am all right,? you say. ?Wow, my head is clearing already. That?s right. I was on my way to my grandmother?s when I sat down to take a nap.? And I think you might be the big bad wolf.

?Very well,? says the knight. ?Good day, then.? He kicks his horse and off they go. Watching him ride off into the distance, you realize you?re going to have to trust somebody to help you figure out what has happened to you. But not just yet. Figuring he was heading off towards civilization, you head in the same direction, hoping he wasn?t off to fight in some battle (ha!). For a while, there is a faint path where horses and carts frequently travel, but after a while it becomes difficult to tell the difference between a path and erosion. It?s not long before you?re complete lost, wandering aimlessly in barren fields.

Just when you think it can?t get any worse, the skies open up. At first, it merely sprinkling, but soon the darker clouds roll in and a downpour ensues. You look for any sign of forest to take cover, but there doesn?t appear to be anything close by. So you stumble in the general direction you set out on (thank goodness for the sun) and pray for someone to pass you by. Twice you encounter a grass snake, but unfortunately they don?t provide directions.

As nightfall approaches, you?re soaked to the bone, shivering, and scared. You have no better idea of where you are than when you started, and are beginning to wish you had accepted the knight?s assistance. With a stroke of luck, just as you are about to collapse, you see a structure in the distance. Gathering your last ounces of strength, you **** your body in the direction of the house. Lifting an arm, you bang on the worn wooden door, hopeful to be heard in the pounding rain. Waiting, you contemplate breaking a window if you have to. No sooner than does that thought cross your mind, the door swings open. A stout but pleasant looking lady stands in the doorway.

?My heavens, child! Come in!? You oblige. ?What ist thou doing out in this weather!? As she admonishes you, she grabs a blanket and wraps it around you.

?Ummm?? you can barely speak. ?I, I don?t know. I come from far away, and I just need a place to stay.?

?And what are those clothes thou ist wearing? Who are thee??

?My name is?? you pause. You suppose it shouldn?t matter here. ?My name is Mary.?

?Hrmph!? the lady grumbles. ?I don?t trust thee one bit. Thou ist not here from the city are thee? Ist thou here to shut us down??

?What?? you plead. ?I don?t even know where I am.? Leaning up against the nearest wall, you begin to cry. Amazingly, this soften her up.

?There, there child. I am sorry to have scolded thee like that. Pardon me. Thou are in a brothel house on the outskirts of London. Certain officials would like to put us out to dry. Thou ist the first visitor we?ve had tonight, what with all this rain. ?

Stunned, you wipe your eyes. ?A brothel house? Where is everybody??

?The ladies are upstairs, of course, in waiting,? she says matter of factly. She leads you to a chair in what appears to be a kitchen area. ?I was just cooking up some soup for myself and the girls.? She puts a bowl in front of you.

?Thank you,? you squeak. ?Um?this may sound like a silly question, but what is the date today?? You?re still not sure if you?re dreaming or not.

?Why, 'tis May the 4th, in the 1290 of our Lord. Dost thou feel okay??

You want to say No, no I?m not okay. I live in fucking Minnesota in the fucking year of two-thousand eight. But you?re so numb, all you can manage is a nod. ?Can I stay here tonight?? you grovel. ?I don?t have any money. Please??.

She seems perturbed over your audacity. ?A hostel this is not. And if I have a peasant stanching up the place, it could hurt business. But I have a lady who has taken ill. If thou dost agree to work here for a week, I shall let thee stay.?

?What kind of work?? you say. ?Cleaning??

She laughs. ?Oh, no. I have a lady who does that. Thou wouldst provide services to the men. Thou art a little thin for the tastes of most of those who frequent here, but thou wouldst be better than an empty bed.?

Some choice.