[ WP ] It is the late 19th century and you are the recently hired domestic servant for an eccentric old man . As you go about your tasks you begin to find items from the 21st century in his house .

*February 3rd, 1823* 
 
 *My Dearest Sister Julianne, * 
 
 *Pen and ink can not express how it warms my heart so to receive your letter, and it is wonderful to hear that things are well at home. I trust that it is your love and care that is allowing Mama's consumption to heal, and I am sure as God lives in Heaven that she will be well again in no time. * 
 
 *As for myself, I must confess that as of late my heart has been troubled. At first I believed Master Jericho to be a wonderful man, if not a little odd. He must be nearly sixty or seventy years of age, yet as far as I know he has never married. I am unsure of what occupation he held before his retirement, as it is a subject that he does not wish to discuss. * 
 
 *My troubles began some weeks ago when I looked into the Master's study. I have full access to the entire house save that one room. Master Jericho insists that the door to his study be locked at all times, and he has forbidden entrance to all but himself. I am not even allowed entrance to clean! He rarely enters the study, preferring the company of his friends in the drawing room, yet at all times that room remains under a lock that has no key. * 
 
 *Can you imagine it my Dear Sister! In place of a key, there are a series of brass numbered etched into the lock. I believe the correct series of numbers must be selected for the door to open. Never in my life have I seen such an invention before! * 
 
 *But I digress. On this particular day, Master Jericho returned home in such a state of agitation that he flew immediately to his study and stowed himself away. Yet his door remained ajar and unlocked! * 
 
 *Dearest Julianne, there is no measure to express the bounds of my curiosity I had concerning that room. For weeks even as I became acquainted with the house, men moved in and out through the house carrying all sorts of queer-looking boxes and crates, all of which would be promptly stowed away; how the Master became so cross when I inquired as to what it was! Oh what a stupid girl I was, I would not have this moment again and I simply could not resist a peek inside! * 
 
 *If God would grant me one blessing in this life, I would take that moment back. * 
 
 *Alas my time and ink is running short, I will write again as soon as I am able! * 
 
 *Forever with Love from your Elder Sister, * 
 
 *Chinaroos*
