I was a time-traveling agent of some sort in England of 1412. Through some form of subterfuge, I'd infiltrated the Royal Castle and convinced the King that I was his son and heir.
The King was looking for a new concubine; he'd decided that his current one was too thin. So he had three really fat candidates lined up as possibilities, and he had me rig up a weight-scale of sorts to find out which one was the heaviest. The scale was some kind of complex armature that used large bottles of water to displace mass and determine weight.
Later, the royal family went on a walking trip around the town. I was to meet up with Jeff M, a fellow agent who'd infiltrated another area of London. However, the weather went really bad all of a sudden-- from spring-like warmth to icy sleet and snow-- and Jeff had not dressed appropriately. In fact, he was wearing a t-shirt and had no shoes on, while everyone else was bundled up. So he had to flee back to his time capsule or something to put warmer clothes on. I've never seen him so shocked before.
The snow piled up quickly, making automobile traffic difficult. Yeah, that's right-- there were major paved roads with contemporary cars on them everywhere. In fact, England of 1412 looked surprisingly like Capitola Village. Probably the fault of all us time-traveling infiltrators.