Okay, imagine a la a Kate and Leopold or Outlander situation where time travel is involved. Now imagine that with John Price. and imagine a reader who travels back in time and meets him..
John Price was on his way back to the countryside for the ton's off season when his carriage came to a very sudden stop and he was sent lurching. It was bad enough he got motion sick, but falling off the seat as well? To say he was livid was an understatement.
He pushed his way through the carriage door, letting it slam behind him as he jumped to the dusty road, "What is the meaning of this?" He bellowed, frustrated. Now that he was on solid ground, his stomach no longer threatened to roll, thankfully.
His driver jumped, "S-sir! I must apologise wholeheartedly for the sudden stop! I was trying to avoid running into this person here!" He gestures to the limp body lying in the middle of the road. You. John can't see your face, but he can see the strange clothes you're wearing. He's never seen anything quite like it.
Against perhaps any of his better judgement that you might be a highway robber intent on killing him and stealing all of his valuables, John strode over and knelt by your unconscious body. He gently nudged your lifeless form with his knuckles.
When you didn't respond, he tried again, a little harder. Still no response.
He sighed and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. He wasn't expecting to run across you, but it wasn't like he could just leave you there lying in the middle of the road. It wasn't in him to do something like that. His mother had raised him better than that.
Gently, being very careful not to jostle you, he picked you up and carried you back to the carriage. His driver trailed behind him, "Sir, what are you doing?"
"We shall take them back with us." He nodded to the door and the driver opened it. He ducked in and laid you across the seats. You still did not stir, making him frown. He sighed again and shut the door, "When they wake, we will figure out where they come from and return them. Until then, they can recover in one of my spare bedrooms." He climbed into the front of the carriage, behind the horses.
His driver scrambled into the seat beside him and took up the reins, snapping them to get the horses' attention, "Yes sir, very good sir." The young man nodded and snapped the reins again with a cluck of his tongue, driving the horses forward again, down the dirt road and towards John's ancestorial home, Price Hall.
Part 2, part 3