While the arguing was going on between Mary and the shopkeeper, Brandon continued to walk around the streets of 1880s England, confused and scared. "Where am I? This place looks almost like something out of a fairy tale." he muses aloud.
Instead of cars, he saw horse-drawn carriages walking about the streets while people politely greeted each other as they passed on the street. Men tipping their hats to the women as they went about their way.
"Everyone here is dressed really funny and they talk with an accent just like in those Harry Potter movies." he says aloud as he keeps moving along.
Back in the present, Mary's eyes glanced back at the TV as she saw how scared her son was. "I'll find a way to get you out of there son." she says.
Brandon decides to find a building to go into, hoping that someone there might give him a clue as to where he is and how he might be able to get back home.
Meanwhile Mary is glancing over at the shopkeeper with the mace held right in is face. "You tell me exactly what's going on with my son right now." she demands.
