Cheap Gothic Soap Opera, Part 38

Elizabeth decided to look up "tower room + abandoned west wing" on google, but where was the computer? She wandered around her home, but it was different. There was stuff on fire and, worse, stuff not on fire. She quickly righted this wrong by setting the stuff that wasn't on fire on fire using her new ring. She wasn't sure how she had gotten it, but it was sure coming in handy. Her dog Fred ran towards her.
"Elizabeth, Harold needs the ring," said Fred.
"Owhw, awen't you a tibbly-wibbly fwubbly?" replied Elizabeth as she began to scratch the top of his head between his ears.
"Please stop, this is quite demeaning."
"But youwe such a puddly-wuddly."
"Have you not realized why I, a dog, have the ability to speak (and quite eloquently I might add)? I am Frederico, the most famous and renowned headless, Italian assassin in the 3rd-and-a-halfth dimension. I am currently in the employ of the one you know as Harold, and I am using this canine as a vehicle through which I might voice my ideas."
"Somewone needs a tummy-wub."
"NO! Not a tummy-rub!" shouted Fred.
Suddenly a door exploded and Harold, blackened with soot, flew through it.
"That will be enough tummy-rubbing for you!" he exclaimed, "Now give me the ring. My master requests it."
Elizabeth got up from Fred and turned towards Harold.
"You tried to trick me. You said you would help me, but you really just wanted this ring. I guess even that note was false," she said.
"Note? It doesn't matter. All I want is the ring, then you can go."
Elizabeth set Harold's shoes on fire and ran. Then she tripped and got up. There was a door in front of her. The door and her ring started to hum on the same frequencies, and Elizabeth was sucked through the door.
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She woke up. It was the dungeon again, and Bob was snoring like an Australian. She was back in 1886. But that ring was still on her finger. And she also had that note she'd found, but instead of looking old, it looked like it had just been written....

(OP: Nate, February 5 2007)