An idyllic little stream cuts over a beautiful green field, the gorgeous scenery making this a lovely place to be. There is a wooden platform beside the stream, and a public mangle is also dug into the ground for pressing sheets that have been washed in the stream.

::Andrea is at the stream with Sharon, the latter who is pouring buckets of water over the former as she washes herself and sings loudly a song that does not exist yet. Hey, it's like Moulin Rouge!::

"I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair
I'm gonna wash that man right out of my hair
And send him on his way!"

::Sharon sighs and sloshes water into Andrea's face.::

"Sister Andrea, do not speak in such a manner about Father O'Donahugh."

"Ahhh, come on Sharon!"

::Andrea spits water from her mouth and wipes her face.::

"He's a prick and a half."

::Sharon looks around quickly, checking they're alone.::

"Just... be careful what you say."

::She fills the bucket again.::

"I don't want you gettin'... in trouble."

::Sharon carefully pours the water over Andrea's hair then slaps her bare arm.::

"Right. You're clean. Dry off and get dressed. And comb your hair this time! You looked like a bleedin' idiot for the whole week the last time."

"But it's such a nice daaayyyyyyy!"

::Andrea picks up her black habit and spins it through the air, throwing it so it lands on Sharon's head. She grins and then towels off with a cloth, pulling her habit back. She slips it on over her head and combs through her wet hair.::

"Can't we stay out here and worship Himself for makin' such a beautiful-"

"That sort of attitude will get you thrown out of the convent, and then what will you be?"

::Sharon sighs and straightens her own wimple, which is an awesome word for the weird hat thing nuns wear. Oh yes. They're really nuns. She takes the comb from her friend and roughly goes through her hair.::

"You're terrible at this, you know?"

::She places Andrea's veil on her.::

"I'm going back to the convent. Hurry up."

::She turns and goes.::

"Hmph."

::Andrea looks at the pile of washing her best friend has so thoughtfully left her to do. She gets started.::

::Somebody quietly clears her throat from behind Andrea and speaks in a soft voice.::

"... excuse me, Sister?"

::Andrea turns around and blinks at the girl before her. She gets to her feet.::

"Hello, child. How may I help you?"

::Chloe smiles gently.::

"I have lost my way and hoped you would be able to help me find it."

::Andrea looks at the washing, then smiles graciously at Chloe.::

"Of course I will. You look hungry. Why don't you come back to the convent with me and I'll get you something to eat?"

::She starts to lead Chloe back.::

"No!"

::Chloe grabs Andrea's sleeve and hauls her back.::

"I cannot go there!"

::Andrea looks surprised.::

"Why not?"

(Why is she so scared?)

::The nun suddenly wishes Sharon hadn't left.::

::Chloe's eyes glisten as she wrings her hand.::

"I am... because I am..."

::She takes a breath and leans in, whispering into Andrea's ear.::

::Gasping, Andrea pulls away sharply and stares at Chloe.::

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Do you-"

::She grabs onto Chloe's arm, digging her fingers in as she whispers viciously.::

"Do you have any idea what could happen to me if they see me talking to- to- to someone like you?"

::A tear slips down Chloe's cheek.::

"Please, Sister, I do not mean harm by it. You looked like you could help me."

"No! I am a woman of God now!"

::Andrea backs away as if Chloe has a disease.::

"I gave my vow so that the Lord would protect me from people like you! So he would stop me sinning like you!"

"Then let me pledge too! Please!"

::Andrea looks around sharply.::

"We'll be seen here. Come on."

::She takes a rough hold of Chloe again and drags her off to the barn.::

::Chloe walks along the edge of the stream, glancing around for any sign of Andrea, Sharon or the mysterious woman that took them.::

::After two minutes of running from the wolf, Andrea turns to check if she's being followed. When she isn't, she praises the Lord and collapses on the bank of the stream.::

::Seeing a body over there, Chloe breaks into a run and dies with relief when she sees who it is.::

"Sister! Thank goodness you are all right!"

::Andrea groans and looks up wearily. Then her eyes widen and her jaw drops slightly.::

"... Chloe."

"How did you learn my name when I have not told you it?"

::Chloe smiles and kneels down in front of Andrea.::

"What happened? Tell me they did not beat you."

::Andrea quickly pushes herself up onto her own knees and just stares at Chloe.::

::Chloe tilts her head.::

"Sister?"

::Tears in her eyes, Andrea leans back slightly.::

"Wh... where am I?"

::Chloe looks worried now.::

"You're in the sweet, non-judging county Clare, Sister. Where else would you be?"

"Clare..."

::Andrea tries not to panic so laughs in a panicked way.::

"Never been to Clare in me life!"

::She looks around.::

"Wow. How come it's sunny? This is Ireland..."

::Chloe giggles.::

"It's summer! July eight and twenty, 1644. Yesterday was winter and tomorrow, too, will be winter."

::Though she appreciates the humour, Andrea can't help but react strongly to the date.::

"1644? Christ, b'God!"

(Though now I don't have to worry about missing CSI tonight since it's not going to be made for another 350 odd years.)

"... yes!"

(Do nuns always speak with such little substance? No, they have done something to her.)

"Oh, Sister... they did beat you. It is the only explanation."

::Chloe reaches forward and touches Andrea's cheek.::

::Andrea gasps from shock more than anything and flinches away. She doesn't know what to make of this. What is past Chloe's relation to her past self? Are they friends? Lovers? She doesn't know how to act. She doesn't even know if she should act or just tell Chloe the truth. She can't believe it's Chloe.::

::Chloe looks saddened.::

"Sorry. I should know not to."

::She looks around.::

"What is going to happen?"

"With what?"

"Well..."

::Chloe looks embarrassed now.::

"What did they say?"

(God.)

"Uh... not much?"

"Well, is anything going to happen?"

::Andrea looks increasingly flustered.::

(Oh, Christ...)

"Um... would you believe I'm having memory blanks?"