I don't sleep for very long in Olivia's bed. I am woken up by the strange sounds that come through my window. I had been raised in a castle and there was no noise around it. It was quiet. That is the opposite of where I am. I woke up multiple times due to the sounds of alarms, people shouting, strange vehicles, and large machinery. Despite being completely exhausted from the journey here, I couldn't stay asleep. After a while, I gave up and got myself out of bed. By this time, my hunger had grown too great. I search the living area for some food. I search in the cupboards and drawers around the stove. Eventually, I found some shiny packages labeled protein bars. I eat those. They are dry and make my throat hurt. I turn the spout on the sink and water comes out. I don't know if it is clean enough to drink but I don't see any other beverages in the place. I eventually brought myself to drink the water and found out it didn't taste bad. I drink as much water as my stomach can hold. At this point, I realize I should focus on figuring out where I am. I cannot fathom that I am anywhere close to home. The clothes and lifestyles are completely different from anything familiar to where I had grown up. I need to find out who brought me here. After I get stronger, I plan on returning home to Pergamum and bringing justice to my awful sister. She deserves to rot in prison for the rest of her life for what she did. I had never been my father's favorite, but there was no way he would be okay with his favorite daughter poisoning me. I try to remember anything from the scene where I woke up. I vaguely remember what the place looked like, but I have one clue, the place was called, "the Peacock." My best guess is to return there and hope I find someone familiar.
I searched around for the two rectangles from last night that helped me get here. I find them on the table. I grab the identification card first. I look again at Olivia Smith's face. I look at the writing on the card. Nothing gives me a clue as to why I suddenly look like this person. I look around for the other rectangle from last night. The one that lights up. I try pressing a few buttons. The first two light it up again but don't do anything else. When I get to the third button it causes a fingerprint to light up the screen. I gasp! This is what happened last night. I put my finger on the rectangle and the device shows a new image. Again, another picture of Olivia Smith. This time with a man who is holding her. I look at it quizzically. I wonder if that is a brother? Or maybe a husband? I look around at the place she lives. I don't see any signs of a man living here, so I rule out a husband. I breathe a sigh of relief. A husband would make things more complicated. I am sure he would be able to tell right away that I wasn't Olivia Smith.
The screen goes dark again. I am still not quite sure what to do with this thing. But it's connected to Olivia by her fingerprint and that seems personal. I decided to keep it on me. I look at her closet. What should I wear today? Olivia looks like she might be a cross-dresser. She has so many pants. I rifle through her clothes. There is no way I am wearing pants again. I get to the very end of her closet and find two dresses. A yellow one that is short and has no sleeves. The second dress is black, longer, formal, and has sleeves. This one. I pull it out of the closet and put it on. I look in the mirror again. I tried saying her name a few times. It's weird watching someone else speak when I am speaking. It's strange not being me. I gathered up the rectangles and the pocketbook and put them back into the purse I was found with. It's dirty from being on the rainy floor last night. I guess this is what I will take out into the world. I am terrified of what I am going to find when I step out of this room. With no one to help me. I have never been this alone. My nerves almost get the best of me, but then I remember that I am Anaphalia Lynette, a woman who can slice anyone down. I can go on a walk without a chaperone or attendant. I can face a new place. I take in a sigh and open the door.
I walk outside. There are people walking around and others driving carriages. I see people staring at their picture devices while they walk while others have the device up to their ears and they are talking to no one. It's wild. What strange behaviors. Maybe people in this world worship their own images? I try to think of how that could make sense. I look over the signs. I start to read them. I walk past three streets until I finally read a sign that says "market". I got so excited. I should go inside and ask the person who works there about how I can return to the Peacock. I walk in and see food on shelves from wall to wall. It's unbelievable. This must be where the richest people shop?! How can they have so much food in one place? I looked around. Do people not go hungry here? I took a minute to look around at everything. It appears as if people bring food up to a line and wait. A person in that line asked them for money and another person put all their food into a bag and gave it to them. I decided that the one putting food in bags might be easier to interrupt. I go to the man and ask him, "Hello. Can I have a moment of your time? Could you please help me find a building labeled the Peacock?" The man looks at me and shakes his head. "No hablo Ingles." I look confused. What could that mean? I ask him again. He started shaking his head no at me got frustrated and returned to his job. The lady who was handling the money leaned over and said, "I don't know where that is. Have you tried googling it?" Once again I didn't answer. I had no idea what that meant either.
I started to get teary-eyed. I didn't realize how overwhelming it would be to be in a new place. This was all so confusing. I can't even communicate with these people properly. I began to question myself. I was sure that I could run away from home and support myself. But so far, this trip had been draining. I haven't been able to accomplish anything. I felt frustrated and started to shut down. Maybe I should go back home. I was about to leave in defeat when I had a final idea. I should find a map! That would help me figure out where I am going. I have used a map before and I am sure it would help me make sense of my current situation. So I turned back to the woman and asked her, "Do you have a map, by chance?" She smiled and said, "These are the only maps we carry." Grateful for anything, I grabbed the map she pointed to. I looked at the front of it and it said, "Hollywood Stars Walk of Fame Map." I walked out the door and opened it up. People started looking at me strangely while I stared at the map. I couldn't make out where I was. But as soon as I find something on this map, I should be able to follow it to where I need to go.
I was walking home and before I arrived I smelled a familiar scent. It smelled like coffee. I gasped again. If there is something I love, it's a good cup of coffee. I followed the smell to a building with a giant green woman on it. It was called 'Starbucks'. Stars are a big thing around here. I got in line behind others in the café. The whole place smelled of coffee. I was excited to find something familiar to home. I got to the front of the line and ordered, "I would love a cup of coffee." The employee working asked, "Do you want Tall, Grande, or Venti?" I looked confused. Next, the employee pointed at three cup sizes in front of her, slowing down to emphasize each one, "TAAAAALLL, GGRRRAAANDE, or VEEEENNNTI" "Tall," I repeated after her. I could not imagine ever being able to drink any more than that. Even the tall was an obscene amount of coffee for me. Next came, "Room for cream?" This was a question I knew how to answer, "Yes!" Then she told me, "4.50, please." I assumed she was referring to money. I pulled out all the bills and asked, "Can you help me with this part?" The employee grabbed a 5 bill out and gave me two coins back. I put them back into my pocketbook and then waited. Her final question for me was, "What is your name?" I started to answer without thinking, "Ana...." I stopped myself suddenly. I am not Ana, I am "Olivia". She wrote my name on the cup. She told me I could pick the coffee cup up on the other side when it was ready. She pointed again, for my benefit, to where the coffee would be delivered. I walked over and waited. A few minutes later, I had coffee. I watched another person go to a counter loaded with cream and sugar for coffee and I did the same. This wasn't so bad. I took a sip of my coffee and smiled. It was the first smile I had made since I arrived last night. At least they have coffee.