After the girls leave, you walk over to the kid in the stocks. His feet were in the stocks and his hands had been put in locks on the bench he was sitting on. "What do you want?" he asked in an annoyed voice. "Just to talk," you say, "I'm 13 and my name is Jake." "Chad," the boy said, "I'm 12." "When will you get out of there?" you ask. "I don't know," said Chad, "I've been here a while."
You sit down on the empty space on the bench next to him.
"You shouldn't sit there," said Chad. "Why?" you ask. A man walked up. "Trying to help our prisoner escape," he said, "Then you shall share the punishment." A group of soldiers hold you down while another put your feet in the stocks that magicaly appeared. After your feet were locked in place, one soldier locked your hands into the bench like Chad's. When the gaurds walked away, you try to break free. You soon find you can't escape. You then look down at yourself and see you are wearing medival prisoner clothes (more like rags) just like Chad's.
"Let me guess," you say, "If you sit on the bench you get put in the stocks." "I tried to tell you," said Chad. A big crowd of people surrounded them, then a man stepped in front of them. After a lot of shouting about what you and Chad did, the man takes off your now medival shoes and throws them away. "Have at it," the man says before mivung out of the way. "Here we go again," said Chad as the rooten fruit hits you both.
After more than two hours, the last of the people left. "When did you get put in here?" you ask. "When I busted the last two guys out," said Chad, "3 weeks ago." "How long do we have to stay in here?" you ask. "Until the next person comes and sets us free," said Chad. "They'll let us out when the fair closes right?" you ask. "What fair?" asked Chad. "The fair we came from," you say. "Oh," said Chad, "What do you mean 'where we came from'? I was born in 1628 in London." As the girls return and start tickling your feet, you realize you've gone back in time to the real renacance. Slowly you start having memories of your old life dissapear and some for this life come in. "I've got to get out of here," you think. Then, as if reading your mind, you hear Chad say, "There's no way of getting out."
What do you do?