It was early afternoon by the time Celia and Ichabod had reached the stables she'd found with the Google, thanks to an uneventful ferry ride to the island followed by a similarly-uneventful (but still exciting for the two of them) cab ride ( Read more... )

Celia had been tasked with finding somewhere in Baltimore that would provide further insight to the wonders and culture of the twenty-first century, and it had taken her a little while to choose where she wanted to start. (The fact that using the internet, let alone Google, was still largely a mystery to her had certainly not helped.) There were a ( Read more... )

This may have been Celia's first date, but she thought she was covering that fact fairly admirably, all things considered. In a fit of bravery, she'd decided to wear one of the dresses she'd bought for spring break, and even left her hair down for once -- and had, shockingly enough, not spent the evening feeling self-conscious. She'd gotten through ( Read more... )