Rachel mulled everything over as they walked along a little ways behind Alan.

"So how long have you been part of Robin’s gang?" She wanted to gain as much information as she could, still processing the concept of Robin Hood being real.

Rachel liked to believe in things. She wanted to believe that Batman guarded Gotham City, that magic could be real, and that Arthur would return. Sometimes history said one thing and she had to accept it, but a lot of time, there was room for leeway. Regardless of facts, she still liked to hope.

The young man straightened up, grinning at her. "My apologies, I didn’t mean it like that." He whistled over his shoulder. Another man appeared from behind the tree, eying Rachel suspiciously.

The first one, who had a narrow face with nice eyes and a pleasant wide smile, nudged the second one’s shoulder. "Tell her the truth, Alan."

Rachel grabbed Hunter, pulling him back out of the way as the horsemen drew to a halt, hemming them in against the trees. It was nerve-racking, staring up at men in helmets and chainmail. Rachel put it on her list of Things She’d Prefer Not To Experience Ever Again.

"What have we here?" One of them nudged his horse forward. "What are you two doing in the royal forest?"

"Uh, going for a walk?" Rachel offered.

Judging from the man’s expression, this was clearly an unacceptable answer. "Poachers, eh?"

"I happen to be a vegetarian," Hunter told him, grossly offended.

While I'm glad to see the return of Rachel and Leigh and to meet our new adventurer Hunter, they need to be extremely careful while traipsing around in the past. Why? If time travel is possible, it could be very dangerous. This is not just because one could get eaten by a T. Rex or burned at the stake. One's own existence and possibly the very fabric of reality itself could be at stake.