[Potironette]

Blair didn't know how she got there. Perhaps it was a dream. Taking a step, she felt a familiar weight at her hips from the time she'd tried on a colonial dress. A petticoat over a hoop. A gown over the petticoat. A stomacher over her chest, and an apron to finish off the dress. She twirled a little, forgetting to wonder why she was back in Colonial America, when suddenly the church bells rang--except it wasn't the sound of church bells, but rather an odd beeping noise that rang.