A few hats were tipped to Mary as various townsfolk passed, even a few smiles could be seen as well. These beings walked and acting so naturally that it made you question, were they human? Were they captives like she was?

As Mary past the Saloon, a man dressed all in black came out. His face showed no emotion, and he had two guns strapped to his hip.

"Hold it right there, Miss." he spoke in a monotone voice. The people who had noticed when Mary crashed into the world began to cower in fear and close up shop... just like in an old western when there was to be a gun duel. "You're new in town. Wanna explain yourself, pilgrim?"