The last thing she remembered was the flashing green light from the talisman and the force that pushed her back when she shattered it. She must have blacked out upon making contact with part of the bridge that had been stuck in an upright position. Yes, that must be it.
But, when she opened her eyes with a groan escaping her lips and her hand going to her head, she discovered something very strange. She was no longer on a bridge in the middle of a river in Paris. No, there were buildings that she had never seen before, technologies that seemed far more advanced then what she was use to.
She slowly stood up, making her way off the bit of bridge that seemed to come with her to… well, wherever she was. She looked down to herself, seeing the once beautiful ballgown in complete disrepair. She looked like she had just been through a battle, for sure.
The only thing she knew for sure was that she had no idea where she was, and the odds were that either Rasputin or the Bolsheviks were behind this. “Димитрий? Димитрий, ты где?” she called out before leaning on a tall thin piece of metal. Only then did she realize there was a sign before it… in English. From her limited knowledge of English, she knew it was Main Street… but… the main street of where?