Zale felt like a complete idiot. All that he had to do was look at the group of people at the front desk and he would have found is parents, but of course he did the opposite of that. He was grateful that he found though. He never thought that he could hug someone for that long.

The dinner bell rang shortly after and everyone went to dinner. Zale followed the group with his parents into the dining hall and began eating. He doesn’t remember much from the night except a girl named Molly and something about hay.

He would say that he slept well considering how late he usually ends up staying awake. He sat up in his bed and looked through the clothes he had one yesterday to find his yo-yo. He found it quickly, but something was off. He grabbed the yo-yo out of the pocket and instantly noticed that instead of his weighted metal yo-yo there was a wooden one in its place. He sighed ‘First us getting transported to some kind of old-timey town and our cloths being changed, then my yo-yo turning into wood. I thought something bad was going to happen, but I never thought that we would get transferred to a completely different place with our cloths changed! Please tell me this is not normal for this town because this seems normal to them!’

Wanting some fresh air without going outside Zale opened the window and looked outside. He saw Faye and Molly walking into the fog, then after a few minuets he spotted two more people walk into the fog. There was something about the fog made him uneasy, or that is just him being worried over nothing like usual.

At the Jail

The sheriff saw his visitors walk up to the door, and couldn't help but chuckle when they knocked. Obviously, they weren't used to things out here. He straightened his necktie and strode up the street to greet them when--

"No one's home but us chickens!" a voice exclaimed from inside the jail.

"Well, I'll be hornswoggled," he said. "There wasn't anyone in there when I left last night."

He cleared his throat and turned toward his visitors.

"How are you fine folk today?" he asked, itching to see who might be inside.

At the Jail

Hannah Soleira sat in the jail across from her cell mate with whom she had been conversing with most of the evening. One look at her and some might think she came form a previous century or two with her in a bustled polonaise with floral print and a set of pearl earrings, she even had heeled boots which brought her 6'4" inch frame up a bit which she did not like. Anything from her time was in her small matching purse that was lacy with more floral print that matched the cotton ensemble. Hannah's hair was even in the Victorian fashion with an up-do and hat that matched.

She kept going over events in her mind that led her to this point, such as arriving at Ditto Town, going to the mansion to look through some archives, and then she wound up here. She kept a positive mindset however, at least I'm not alone, we can pass the time by talking. The college student thought cheerfully.

As time went on she had forgotten her worry and remained unaware of anyone outside the cell or approaching it.

(OOC: I hope this looks ok, my first post.)

While Delia had quite enjoyed her conversations with Hannah, she was beginning to be a bit on edge. First off, she was stuck and she hated being stuck. Then, she was getting peckish, as neither of them had been thoughtful enough to pack a full dinner and breakfast in their pockets. Finally, the pins in her updo kept sticking into her head, and even though she didn't have a mirror, she could tell--this was totally the wrong style for her face shape.

She leaned her head back and listened, a little too annoyed to be properly amused at those outside.

"Who knocks on a jail door?" she mused. "Hey! Nobody home but us chickens!"

She shrugged at Hannah.

"Maybe they have snacks?"

At The Jail

Faye was relieved to see the sheriff there. She cleared her throat and began, "Uh, hello. We were just out for a morning stroll, and... well, we had some questions we were hoping you could answer."

"We decided to do a little hiking, but we'd barely left sight of the buildings before we were engulfed in the intense fog. And we somehow ended up coming out of the fog almost exactly where we left. Perhaps we just got turned around, but Molly and I were in one group, and Dan and Angie here were in another, and we all had the same experience. Is... is that normal?"

Now that she was talking to him directly, she was becoming more and more sure that this man, at the very least, could be Dr. Milner's brother. She couldn't explain why he looked taller and in better shape then when she'd last seen him, but the resemblance was too powerful to ignore. "I'm sorry, I know this seems like a strange question, but... have we met before? Before last night, I mean? Or do you have a brother - a professor, Dr. Lyman Milner?"

The sheriff shrugged at Faye’s questioning about the fog.

“Must mean rain soon,” he said. “And aside from last night, I don’t believe we’ve met before. I feel there might be a small bit of confusion. I’m Lyman Milner, at your service, but I’m no doctor or professor. I’m the only Milner in these parts.”

Hannah shrugged back, "Maybe." She said looking back at Delia, she was too busy thinking to realise she too was hungry. "I would hope so," Hannah added fidgeting with her dress and hat, this was very uncomfortable.

"Very least I would hope a sandwich, with...something to drink." The tall woman stated leaning against the wall still squirming in her dress.

"What would you want?" She asked starting another conversation while they remained in the cell.

“Ooooh, coffee, definitely. Wishful thinking, a cayenne orange mocha. Practical thinking, black coffee. And probably water.”

Delia glared at the door.

“What sort of person knocks on a door and then doesn’t come in?”

At the jail

Molly fixed her eyes intently on the sheriff. To her, his resemblance to the professor was growing stronger, not less, the more she looked at him. But if he said he wasn't--unless--no, it couldn't be. But say--what if he had lost his memory? That still didn't account for his altered appearance. Molly shook her head--it was too much for her to take in.

That was another thing. What had he said just now about not knowing there was anyone in the jail? So why didn't he go check it out? Molly suddenly had an itch to know who exactly was in there. She looked at the others, and made up her mind.

"I--I feel a little dizzy," she murmured, not untruthfully. "Maybe it's the sun--or the mist--or something. Sheriff, could we go in and sit down for a bit? I don't really want to faint on the boardwalk here."

Hannah looked at the door when Delia asked the question she was asking inwardly, "someone who hasn't made up their minds on whether they want to come in or not? Or maybe they were called away?" She replies and turns to face the door.

"Those are good snack choices by the way." Hannah adds with a small grin.

“Oh goodness, ma’am, my apologies for keeping you out in the sun. Right this way, please,” the sheriff said, doffing his hat and opening the door.

He stepped through the doorframe, but only caught a glimpse of the two ladies in the cell before manners obliged him to turn and offer an arm to Molly soas to guide her to a chair.

But Molly wasn't quite as eager to sit down so much as to see who was in those cells. So she skipped behind Milner as he turned to offer her his arm.

Then:

"Delia!" she shrieked. "What have they got you in here for?"

“Existing, apparently,” Delia exclaimed, springing up. “How’d you all get here? I thought I was gonna lay down to get rid of a migraine, and then I’m laying down on a straw mat. Same thing with Hannah, well, except the laying down with a migraine. Got any coffee? And a sandwich?”

"Oh, don't mention food," groaned Molly. "None of us have had any breakfast. What with wandering around before breakfast and getting lost in the mist and no breakfast--did I mention that we haven't had breakfast?"

Molly took her bonnet off, and looked speculatively at the fruit design.

"If I don't get something soon, I might begin gnawing on my headgear. Now, Sheriff, is there any reason why Delia and Hannah are locked in here? Can't we get them out, and all go have some breakfast?"

Hannah listened to the exchange as her own stomach growled for food, she spoke up as breakfast was mentioned, "Yea, breakfast would be good or even a sandwich--with coffee which was also mentioned."

A thought sprung to her mind suddenly, or a breakfast sandwhich with coffee, along with getting out of here?