In the aftermath of the train disaster in Spayton-Duiville, the small town felt like a wounded beast struggling to heal. Emma stood in front of the makeshift shelter, watching the busy townsfolk, her mind swirling with thoughts. She knew she had to find a way to survive in this era, and for now, pretending to have amnesia might be the best way to blend in.

　　Jack approached her, a hint of concern on his face. “Emma, how are you feeling? You were so tired yesterday; are you any better?”

　　Emma feigned confusion as she looked at Jack. “I... I’m not sure. My head hurts, and I can’t remember much.”

　　Jack furrowed his brow. “You might have suffered a concussion in the accident. Don’t worry, we’ll help you regain your memories.”

　　Emma nodded softly. “I don’t remember anything. I don’t even know where I came from.”

　　Just then, an older woman walked over. Known for her kindness, everyone called her Mrs. Mary. “Poor child, don’t be afraid here. We will take care of you.”

　　Emma smiled gratefully. “Thank you, Mrs. Mary. I feel so lost right now.”

　　Mrs. Mary patted Emma's hand. “It’s alright, dear. First, we’ll find you a place to stay, and once your memories return, we can figure things out.”

　　Jack turned to Mrs. Mary. “Ma’am, I’m a bit worried about her. Why don’t we let her stay at my place for now? I can take care of her.”

　　Mrs. Mary looked at Jack in surprise, then smiled. “Jack, you’re a kind boy. That’s fine, but make sure you take good care of her.”

　　So, Emma temporarily moved into Jack's small cottage. It was a humble yet cozy place, with a small fireplace and a few worn tables and chairs.

　　Emma sat in a chair, feeling nervous in the unfamiliar surroundings. Jack was busy preparing food and chatting with her. “Don’t worry, it may be small, but it’s safe here. Once you feel better, we’ll see if we can find clues about your identity.”

　　Emma asked, “Jack, where do you think I might be from? I don’t know anything right now, and it’s really scary.”

　　Jack came over and handed her a piece of bread. “I’m not sure, but from your clothes and accent, you don’t seem to be from around here. But that’s okay; we’ll figure it out.”

　　A few days passed, and the townspeople learned about Emma’s amnesia, coming by to show their concern. A young girl named Lily said to Emma, “Emma, don’t worry. I’ve heard that some amnesiacs recover after a while.”

　　Emma smiled back. “Thank you, Lily. I hope that’s true.”

　　Through her interactions, Emma gradually learned about the town. It was primarily agricultural and dependent on the railroad, with most people being simple and kind. However, the train disaster had deeply affected everyone.

　　One day, Jack took Emma to the town’s church. The pastor approached them, inquiring about the situation. Jack explained Emma’s amnesia to him. The pastor looked at Emma and said, “Child, perhaps this is a test from God. In this town, you will feel God’s love and the care of the people. We will pray for you, hoping you regain your memory soon.”

　　Emma lowered her head. “Thank you, Pastor. Right now, I just want to know who I am.”

　　Inside the church, Emma met an elderly man, the town’s sage, who had insights on many matters. He looked at Emma, a strange light flickering in his eyes. “Young lady, some memories may be hidden within our hearts. They will surface when you are truly ready to face them.”

　　Emma pondered his words. “Are you saying my amnesia might be a subconscious choice?”

　　The old man smiled gently. “That’s one possibility, dear. But no matter where you come from, you are now a part of this town.”

　　As time passed, Emma’s life in the town began to stabilize. She helped Mrs. Mary with cooking and cleaning, and cared for the injured alongside Lily. Everyone liked her, and no one doubted the authenticity of her amnesia.

　　One time, Jack and Emma went to the town market to buy supplies. The market was bustling, with people haggling at stalls filled with various goods.

　　Jack said to Emma, “This is the liveliest place in town; everyone comes here to shop. Is there anything you like?”

　　Emma looked around, fascinated. She approached a stall selling handmade jewelry and picked up a beautiful necklace. “This is so pretty.”

　　The vendor, a young woman, smiled. “I made this myself, dear. If you like it, I can sell it to you for a discount.”

　　Emma hesitated; she had no money. Jack stepped in. “I’ll buy it for you as a gift.”

　　Emma looked at Jack. “Thank you, Jack, but I can’t accept it. You’ve already done so much for me.”

　　Jack placed the necklace in Emma’s hand. “Take it; you deserve beautiful things. Plus, it will remind us of our time at the market together.”

　　Emma put on the necklace. “It’s really beautiful; I love it.”

　　At the market, they also overheard discussions about the aftermath of the train disaster. Some were complaining that the railroad company hadn’t ensured safety, while others worried about future travel safety.

　　Jack frowned. “This accident is truly a tragedy. The railroad company should be held accountable. They can’t just pursue profit while ignoring people’s safety.”

　　Emma nodded in agreement. “Yes, they need to check and improve their systems to prevent this from happening again.”

　　Back at the cottage, Emma and Jack sat by the fireplace, chatting.

　　Emma asked Jack, “What are your plans for the future? Have you always lived in this town?”

　　Jack gazed into the flames. “I don’t want to stay in this town forever; I have my own dreams. I want to venture out, create something great, and help the people here live better lives.”

　　Emma was moved by Jack’s words. “Your dream is admirable, Jack. I believe you can achieve it.”

　　Jack looked at Emma. “And what about you? Once you regain your memory, you might have your own life. But I hope that wherever you go, we’ll still be friends.”

　　Emma felt a mix of emotions. She knew she didn’t belong in this era, yet she had formed deep bonds with Jack and the townspeople. “Jack, no matter what happens, I won’t forget the help you and the people of this town have given me.”

　　In the days that followed, Emma continued her life in the town. She participated in rebuilding the local school, helping children return to their classrooms. She told them interesting stories, never revealing her origins from the future, but her tales always captivated the children.

　　One day, a child asked Emma, “Teacher Emma, your stories are so interesting! Where do you know all this from?”

　　Emma smiled and replied, “From my memories, perhaps from books I’ve read before, or stories told to me by others.”

　　Through her interactions with the children, Emma felt innocence and hope. She knew the town was slowly recovering from the disaster, and she had become a part of that healing process.

　　However, one night, Emma had a strange dream. She dreamt of returning to a modern research lab, surrounded by familiar books and materials. She saw the mysterious box that had brought her to this era. In the dream, the box shone with a dazzling light, as if calling her. When she woke up, she found tears at the corners of her eyes. She didn’t know what the dream meant, but she sensed her connection to the modern world hadn’t been completely severed.

　　The next day, Jack noticed something was off with Emma. “Emma, what’s wrong? You don’t look well.”

　　Emma shook her head. “I’m fine; I just had a strange dream.”

　　Jack asked with concern, “What was the dream? Sometimes talking about it can help.”

　　Emma hesitated, then shared the dream’s content with Jack, omitting the box and time travel details. “I dreamt of a strange place filled with things I didn’t recognize but felt familiar.”

　　Jack comforted her. “Maybe it’s your memories slowly returning. Don’t be afraid. I’ll always be here for you.”

　　Emma looked at Jack, filled with gratitude. In this unfamiliar time, Jack felt like her safe haven, providing warmth and security during her days of pretending to have amnesia. She knew she had to cherish this time because she didn’t know how long she could stay in this era or what changes awaited her and the town in the future.

　　Days turned into weeks, and Emma’s life in the town became increasingly fulfilling. She and Jack participated in various community activities, helping the town develop. Yet deep within her, the question of her true identity and how to return to the modern world lingered like a fog, overshadowing her heart. Meanwhile, her feelings for Jack became more complex and precious in this intricate situation.