Paris, France — sometimes, in the year of 1770s…
Ugh. Quinn groaned in pain. He realized he fell high from a tree. Did I come back to the 18th century? He asked himself.
"Cassandra!" he cried out. Of a sudden, he sat up from the ground he is lying at, but an unusual pain surging from the back of his head down to his spinal cord and lower back.
"No. This can't be! I don't want to come back here yet!" he broke down, wailing with Cassandra's name.
"Papa! What happens? We're looking for you everywhere! Where have you been?" worriedly, Madison asked, just to find Quinn is actually sobbing. "What's the matter? Why are you crying, Papa?" she's stunned, witnessing Quinn crying like this.
"Madison—" he looks up.
"What's wrong?" Madison sees how Quinn's eyes filled with tears.
"I saw her." Quinn reached for Madison and then hugged her tight. "I travel to the time when she is by now," he continued sobbing.
