Author's Note: This is an attempt to brush up Ombudsmen of Time (whose author gave me permission to create this). The main plot points are not mine, and I do not intend to pretend they are mine. In this post, I tried to fix what I felt was out-of-place or somewhat incoherent in the original remake. (No offense.)
Find the original work here.
Enjoy!

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Hannah closed her eyes and sighed, tired from the work of attempting to comprehend Tennyson's poetry. "I am aweary, aweary; I would that I were dead!" Truly a man ahead of his time, Hannah thought. He could predict how I feel right now.

Hannah looked around the room, taking in the environment- the chill of the AC on her skin, the monotonous drone of Mr. Dushaun, the warm, relaxed smile on Ben's face as he looked at her...
Hannah sighed, closed her eyes, and lay her head down, only to realize there was no desk to meet her head. Her eyes flew open, and she saw she was falling, falling into a void not present mere moments ago- the familiar classroom gone.
"Hannah!"
Panicked, she looked around and saw Ben, wildly gesticulating at her, his words unintelligible. Further to her right, she could see Tim, the class clown, laughing his head off as he fell. Seeing her, Tim turned to face Hannah and raised his hands in an all-too-familiar hand gesture.

Damn, she thought. Of all possible moments, Tim chooses this one to flip me off. The last thing Hannah remembered was cussing out Tim as they fell, him wearing his shit-eating grin all the way.

Hannah opened her eyes and groaned. Was it all a dream? She was vowing to never fall asleep in class again when she realized she was in a wholly unfamiliar place. She realized she was laying in a bed with a sheet pulled over her. Faded pastel walls, a screen door, and a window adorned the room. Hannah could hear unfamiliar voices nearby, then a vaguely familiar voice muttering.
"...hope they're alright..."
The door opened, and a woman appearing to be in her fifties strode in. She saw Hannah awake and looking at her, and wrapped Hannah in a tight bear hug that left her groaning in pain. "So, you're finally awake. Walked right into that Imperial ambush," she said, and chuckled. Hannah smiled.
"Sorry if that hurt, sis. I'm just glad to see you alright."
"Well, I am not alright anymore, not after that hug. Anyways, who are you?"
"Anyway, not anyways, hon. I'm surprised you haven't recognized me. The years can't be that harsh, you know."
Hannah studied her face. The way her cheeks crinkled when she smiled, that motherly tone of voice...
"...Maria?"

Maria laughed aloud. "Yes, it's me. Took ya long enough, I s'pose. You got a worried face right now. Spit it out."
"Where am I? Why are you so old?"
Maria laughed again, full belly laughs that filled the room. "Well, I was in class, then I was falling, then I was here. You've had a similar tale, I gather?"
"Yes, and-"
"Well, guess what, we're in Japan now. Feudal Japan, to be exact. Don't think there's any going back at this point. Hey, cheer up. You always told me those Japanese guys were sexy."
Seeing Hannah's blushed face, she continued. "I guess I fell into here a few years before you, to say the least. I'll let you acclimate for a bit while I take care of things. And I hate talking so much like this, so I'm going to shut up. Tell me if you need anything." Maria then turned, and exited the room, leaving Hannah to pick up the shattered pieces of her former reality.

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I know, I totally butchered that story, but maybe it's good. I think I got all the plot points from the original, so this could theoretically work as a substitution for the original first part. Let me know what you think could be improved!