Lucy looked around the loft. It was a quaint space decorated with items she was used to seeing. It was unlike most of the town. She hardly recognized much of the things used. The traveling contraptions were vaguely familiar; there had been similar rides back in her time, but these were faster and louder. The cold and freezing boxes were amazing. She never could imagine a time where ice cream was a regular staple. Entertainment was instantaneous.
A click or push of a button and either music or some sort of play were piped into the house. The lighting was amazing. With a flick of a switch the brightness turned on and another flick the light turned off. She was most amazed by the lighting, though. No more need for lanterns or candles or oil. She just had a switch and the glass orbs were illuminated. "What magic is this?" She whispered, starring in awe at the lights as they came on and off. “It’s so easy and so effortless. Why wasn’t this created sooner?”
She giggled. She couldn’t help it. This modern place had its perks, even if it often left her in a state of confusion and discomfort. These lights, though, they were marvels. Lucy knew she ought to be working. David had hired her to clean the loft. But the lights were too intriguing. How did they work? The magic of it left her feeling dumbfounded. Perhaps the library would have an answer,
she thought. That seemed like a good outing after work was done for the day.
She heard a rustle of keys. There was a click of key in lock. The doorknob rattled. There was another turn of key and then the doorknob again. The door swung open. “Hello,” Lucy greeted as her hand fell from the door. “I’m Lucy and I didn’t break in….” Mary Margaret