The sound of grumbling ensued and I felt my face being patted cautiously.

By then I managed to pry my eyes open, and immediately gaped in shock.

I was in a forest. That part was less frightening.

The old man leaning over me was dressed in burlap, and the woman beside him was dressed similarly.

A few yards away I saw a horse. A horse.

"Where am I?" I managed to slur, my tongue taking time to start functioning.

"The fall must have scrambled this one's mind." the man noted, "You're in England."

England? It had become part of the Soviet Empire a hundred years ago!

It took a lot of strength for me to phrase my next question.

"Wh-what year is it?"

"1594, of course." 

I promptly fainted.

The End

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