Toshiro lifted the little girl into his arms and carried her out the door. Instead of a war zone they walked into a crowded street at night. It was Christmas time and the shops were busting with smiling faces. There was a light snowfall around them. Instead of a summer time dress, the little Kita was wearing a warm red one with a fuzzy cloak to keep her warm. Toshiro wore a simple suit and a top hat.
Kita wiped her tears looking around them. The lights strung from light post to light post. Garland twisted around bushes. Snowmen build from the fallen snow and Santa Clause standing on the corner ringing his bell. People hustling and bustling along in the snow. Shop windows filled with Christmas treasures for people to buy and take home to give to their loved ones. It was a beautiful sigh, but Kita did not understand. Did that man killer her? Is she in heaven? How did such a hideous scene turn into such a beautiful one? She then looked to her left seeing the same man. Tugging at his hand she spoke to him. “Mister? Where are we?”
He looked around the area and replied, "1885 London, it's Christmas time." Toshiro looked down at the young girl and smiled, "Merry Christmas Kita. What would you like to do today?"
"But..." Kita looked out at all the wonderful things again, "How did you do that?" She looked back up at him. She pondered a bit on his question.
"Magic," was his simple reply.
"Magic? My mommy said there is no such thing as magic." She had to look again at all the wonderful things before her.
"Take a look around, what do you see?"
