It would only be a couple of months now until Amity was finally out of mourning. Amity didn't feel any better about her grief but she was somewhat looking forward to being able to float about with her friends. She had missed being able to do that.

For now, she was shopping. She had entered a bookstore and found a book that looked appealing. Picking it up, she noted the map in the interior and purchased it. Walking out of the bookshop, she decided to thumb through her new purchase.

Next thing she knew, she was... well, not outside of a bookstore or really, anywhere she recognized.

Amity realized that she was sprawled on some sort of shore on top of what seemed to be some sort of broken piece of board. The dress she was wearing seemed rather old fashioned and it was torn in places. Rather than put up in ringlets or indeed any of her usual hair styles, her hair was in its natural state which was a tumble of thick, luminous curls.

Standing on the beach, she shielded her eyes as she looked around to see if anyone else was around and knew what was going on here.

In the distance, on another part of the beach she was able to make out a man. "Hello?" She called out after a moment of hesitation. She picked up a rock in case it turned out she might need a weapon against him.