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Chapter 2
Molly’s eyes widened when smiled and hugged her. "Skyler!"
Skyler smiled at Molly, hugging her back.
People turned their heads, frowning at the public display.
Skyler frowned, pulling her into the ally. "People her are so prudent, heh. Why are we even here- why are you here?"
"No idea. But guess who I ran into?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Alexander Hamilton!"
Skyler's face went sheet white. Her breath uneven, she put her hands on Molly's shoulders. "I got a good look at a newspaper- apparently I'm an assistant for George Washington, and served under him in the war!" She exhaled quickly, grinning. "How even?!?"
Molly threw her shoulders up in confusion. "Don't ask me!"
"Wait," Skyler flailed around. "It's 1781. The means..." she gasped, messing with her cravat. "We can save him. We can save Alexander! We might have years, might have hours-" She spun to Molly. "We have to work fast!"
Molly's eyes widened. She nodded. "He said he had to resume his duties. We need to find him!"
"If we warn him now, he won't take us seriously. If we were in higher public relations, that could up the anty as well. And keep on his good side." She sighed, looking up in the sky. "And the Reynolds Pamphlet."
"I wonder if that's even happened yet. I mean. We could prevent that too!" Molly replied. "But first I want clothes that aren't a dress."
"You can come back to where I live," Skyler slid off her coat, placing it around Molly's shoulders. "Here- you'll look like you're hurt or something." She led them to the street, waving a carriage down.

The man leaned over, his glasses illuminated by nearby shop lights. "Mistah Johns, what can I do for you?"
Skyler listened as over mature words spilled out of her mouth. "Sir, I have found this woman abandoned on the street and presumably has been hurt by an abusive spouse. I request a ride for her and myself to my residence."
The rider smiled and tipped his hat. "Ayy, Mistah Johns, it's totally free of charge." He leaned backwards and opened the door.
Molly thanked the man and climbed in.
Skyler sprawled across the seat. "So how did you wake up?"
“In alleyway not too far from here."
Skyler snorted. “I woke up in a literal writing bed. Apparently I write so much I need a bed in the same room."
She giggled. "Wow."
Skyler sighed. "Apparently Alexander and I are in similar situations," she rolled her eyes. "Imagine that."
Molly smirked. "Not surprised."
Skyler smirked. "C'mon, Molly, am I that predicable?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm Skyler Johns, and there's a million things I haven't done!"
"So true. Are we almost there?"
Skyler smiled as the carriage stopped. She watched as Molly pulled coat over her shoulders. She waved as the driver slowly pulled away, leading her into the house.

The maid dropped her things and ran towards them, giving a concerned look at Molly. "Mister Johns, what happened to this poor girl?"
"Nothing, Mrs. Hewnits. This is my friend who needed help, Molly."
Molly smiled a little. "It's a pleasure..."
Mrs. Hewnits curtsied, then turned to Skyler. "And you- get to bed, you scoundrel, or surly your spouse will have my head!"
Skyler flinched, grabbing Molly by three arm and running into the parlor.
Molly followed her.
Skyler snatched her coat, escorting Molly to the writing room, setting a pile of clothes down. She exited and came back into the room with a candle and a glass of water, setting it on the desk beside her.
Molly smiled. "Thank you Skyler." She told her.
She gave her a thumbs up, sighing. "I guess we'll try to save the world again in the morning, huh?"
She nodded. "Sounds good. See you in the morning."
Skyler dramatically bowed, backing out of the room.
Molly changed out of the dress and got ready for bed.
Skyler slowly entered the master bedroom, careful not to wake her sleeping spouse. She slipped into a nightgown, hoping said person knew the true Skyler. She pulled the covered up over her chest, closing her eyes and drifted into sleep.

Description
Chapter 2
Molly’s eyes widened when smiled and hugged her. "Skyler!"
Skyler smiled at Molly, hugging her back.
People turned their heads, frowning at the public display.
Skyler frowned, pulling her into the ally. "People her are so prudent, heh. Why are we even here- why are you here?"
"No idea. But guess who I ran into?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Alexander Hamilton!"
Skyler's face went sheet white. Her breath uneven, she put her hands on Molly's shoulders. "I got a good look at a newspaper- apparently I'm an assistant for George Washington, and served under him in the war!" She exhaled quickly, grinning. "How even?!?"
Molly threw her shoulders up in confusion. "Don't ask me!"
"Wait," Skyler flailed around. "It's 1781. The means..." she gasped, messing with her cravat. "We can save him. We can save Alexander! We might have years, might have hours-" She spun to Molly. "We have to work fast!"
Molly's eyes widened. She nodded. "He said he had to resume his duties. We need to find him!"
"If we warn him now, he won't take us seriously. If we were in higher public relations, that could up the anty as well. And keep on his good side." She sighed, looking up in the sky. "And the Reynolds Pamphlet."
"I wonder if that's even happened yet. I mean. We could prevent that too!" Molly replied. "But first I want clothes that aren't a dress."
"You can come back to where I live," Skyler slid off her coat, placing it around Molly's shoulders. "Here- you'll look like you're hurt or something." She led them to the street, waving a carriage down.

The man leaned over, his glasses illuminated by nearby shop lights. "Mistah Johns, what can I do for you?"
Skyler listened as over mature words spilled out of her mouth. "Sir, I have found this woman abandoned on the street and presumably has been hurt by an abusive spouse. I request a ride for her and myself to my residence."
The rider smiled and tipped his hat. "Ayy, Mistah Johns, it's totally free of charge." He leaned backwards and opened the door.
Molly thanked the man and climbed in.
Skyler sprawled across the seat. "So how did you wake up?"
“In alleyway not too far from here."
Skyler snorted. “I woke up in a literal writing bed. Apparently I write so much I need a bed in the same room."
She giggled. "Wow."
Skyler sighed. "Apparently Alexander and I are in similar situations," she rolled her eyes. "Imagine that."
Molly smirked. "Not surprised."
Skyler smirked. "C'mon, Molly, am I that predicable?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm Skyler Johns, and there's a million things I haven't done!"
"So true. Are we almost there?"
Skyler smiled as the carriage stopped. She watched as Molly pulled coat over her shoulders. She waved as the driver slowly pulled away, leading her into the house.

The maid dropped her things and ran towards them, giving a concerned look at Molly. "Mister Johns, what happened to this poor girl?"
"Nothing, Mrs. Hewnits. This is my friend who needed help, Molly."
Molly smiled a little. "It's a pleasure..."
Mrs. Hewnits curtsied, then turned to Skyler. "And you- get to bed, you scoundrel, or surly your spouse will have my head!"
Skyler flinched, grabbing Molly by three arm and running into the parlor.
Molly followed her.
Skyler snatched her coat, escorting Molly to the writing room, setting a pile of clothes down. She exited and came back into the room with a candle and a glass of water, setting it on the desk beside her.
Molly smiled. "Thank you Skyler." She told her.
She gave her a thumbs up, sighing. "I guess we'll try to save the world again in the morning, huh?"
She nodded. "Sounds good. See you in the morning."
Skyler dramatically bowed, backing out of the room.
Molly changed out of the dress and got ready for bed.
Skyler slowly entered the master bedroom, careful not to wake her sleeping spouse. She slipped into a nightgown, hoping said person knew the true Skyler. She pulled the covered up over her chest, closing her eyes and drifted into sleep.