When she hit the ground, or rather, the bed, she was cushioned by downy pillows and velvet cloth. She sank into the bed, drowning in comfort. Of course, it was only a minute before she realized that once again, she was inside of a memory. She jumped out of the bed, excited, only to realize that she had no clue where she was.

There was a window on the wall. She leaned out of it, and looked down. The bricks of the castle were half covered with specks of white marble, and ivy grew along the side of her tower. Joan pulled her head back into the window, feeling a sense of sudden sickness, and deja vu.

She sat down on the bed once again. It seemed harder now, no longer made of the plushy pillows that it was only a few seconds ago. Joan lifted up her hand, gazing at her palm; her burn had faded to the color of a minor bruise. She waved it slightly, and it cleared to the original color of her skin.

“Strange.”

She muttered the word, and stood, just as the young Joan burst through the door, yelling, and slamming the door shut.

“Ah, screw you! I don’t care what you say is ‘proper’, I have my own ways!”

Joan backed away, temporarily forgetting that what she was seeing had already happened, and she couldn’t alter it- or at least, she knew of no way to alter it. Suddenly, the deeper voice responded.

“Open the damn door, Joan. I’m your teacher. Let me in.”

“Honestly? NEVER!”

She shouted the last word, and held a hand in the air tiumphantly, then beginning to stack furniture against the door. She was too slow, though; the boy broke into the room, pushing the door with his gloved hands- wearing the same gloves as before.

“Joan. Listen to me.”

“Never!”

She turned to the window, as if about to jump out. The boy’s eyes widened.

“Don’t you dare-”

He was cut short by a fantastic “Wheee!” As she leaped out. He ran to the window, just in time to see that she had not jumped; merely, she was scaling the wall. He followed her, doubling his usual speed, and the elder Joan hurried to follow, and found that scaling these walls came easily to her.

The boy reached the younger Joan, as she reached the rooftop. He grabbed her wrists from behind, and restrained her.