"Bernardo!!!"   She spoke one again.



 Her eyesight obviously resolving to the fact that the espresso concoction, that took her into the past, in the first place was bearing its weight on her.



For as she looked for resources in her surroundings: A blurred vision of a 21st century, black, sleek moped stood perched up against on the outside of the park:Where one should have witnessed a carriage or at least a small bed of grass, as Sheila was supposed to have gone into the past, the 18th century to be precise, NOT the 21st.  If she didn't get Bernardo up at that moment, and rush him back to the past: something was bound to happen...

 Masheng with me. [image error]