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The idea was fair and she appreciated his thought. But her mind kept bringing Isabella back to denial. Was she making this decision? Was she really in this place? Was Mister Jackson a real person or just some figment of a wild dream she was having in the woods? It made her skin crawl and her head ache from the thousands of questions, thoughts, and memories of what had happened and all the what ifs. She was lost physically, emotionally... Isabella's life was changing- had changed- and she didn't know how she was supposed to react. Her parents had never taught her how to act when something enormous happened. They'd only introduced her to social norms and what others expected. The young woman had no idea what to do when some one pulled her from her home and all that she knew, and placed her in a future world where it was quite obvious she did not belong.

Forcing a smile onto her pink lips, Isabella maintained the jacket and carefully swung it back over her shoulder.

"Thank you very much." She started and the curtsied politely. "I do believe this friend of yours sounds very fine. If she will have me, I will gladly board in her home." It was an offer she couldn't refuse. Living in a place with another woman who knew the surroundings and could teach her. If she didn't mind of course.

"I do hope she doesn't mind having me, though. I would hate to be a burden on her in anyway. She must know that whenever she deems it necessary, she can have me out in only a day." Her eyebrows squirmed up together in the middle with this statement. It hit a little harder in her heart than she had expected, remembering her father's last words to her. Isabella had a lot of thinking to do... and possibly a lot of crying.