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Back to the Future Again: Chapter 2

The following morning I woke and found Eric’s shower. I dressed and headed downstairs to the kitchen to get something to eat. Eric said I could take the Corvette into Shreveport to look around if I wanted to. I was very curious about what the future looked like. He left me a note on the kitchen counter not to forget the condom we’d filled the previous night to refuel the car and to help myself to a backpack full of money. Apparently, inflation had really kicked in and even the cheapest items cost a fortune here.

I pulled on my backpack and filled the fucks capacitor. Then switched the “time travel” switch to “off” and took off for the city, making sure to pay attention to the streets so I could find my way back. I parked in the center of town and got out to walk around. The stores looked different and the people were dressed a little differently. All the women seemed to have on shoes similar to Pam’s and I got more than a few odd looks at my tennis shoes.

I did some shopping, but didn’t buy anything. Eric said that I couldn’t take anything invented after my former present time back or it would rip a hole in that time-space business. I didn’t really know what that would mean or what would happen, but figured it was best not to mess with all that.

At lunch time, I got hungry and found a little café where I could sit and watch the people walk by. I had a grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of sweet tea for ten thousand dollars. I wasn’t sure if that was a lot or not, but it was delicious.

I drove back to Eric’s mansion and crawled into bed with him for a nap. I knew that I’d have to take off shortly after dusk, so I wanted to be there when he woke up so he could spend as much time with me as possible, plus I needed more fuel. It broke my heart how sad he had been in my absence and I made a mental note not to help Jason out in any were wars over in Hot Shot when I got back. And to avoid fat bears.

When Eric woke, we filled another condom, then went downstairs to get ready for me to go. Pam was waiting by the car with a brown paper bag. “I knew you wouldn’t have time to eat any dinner, so I packed you a little something.” She winked at me as I got into the driver’s seat.

I emptied the condom into the fucks capacitor (and wished I’d thought to bring a wet-nap with me), switched the time travel button back to the “on” position, and tossed my bag lunch onto the passenger seat. Eric leaned in and gave me a kiss and told me he loved me before closing the door. Then he stepped back and watched me turn the ignition. “Hold on to your boobs, lover.” And then I was off.

When I landed, I knew something was wrong. For one thing, it was daylight, and I had left at night. I recognized that I was behind the tool shed at my house, but things looked different. The trees were different; the shed looked newer. I started to worry. I opened my door and was immediately hit with a feeling of dread when I saw the feet sticking out from under the car. Apparently, I had landed on a man and he was quite dead. His feet stuck out like the witch’s in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy’s house landed on the wicked witch. Uh oh.

I heard a noise and saw a little girl running away from me into the woods. I knew in an instant what was going on. That little girl was me and the man under my car was Uncle Bartlett. Uh oh again.

Apparently, I had landed back in time when I was a child. Pam said it was a very bad thing for her to see herself or for Eric to see himself, so I was willing to bet that I shouldn’t be seeing myself running through the woods like that. And I knew that this was the first time that Uncle Bartlett had chased me and actually caught me and I also knew that this meant that he wasn’t going to hurt me—not this time and not any other time because he was road kill under Eric’s time machine now. So much for not changing the time-space continuum. Oops.

I got back into the car and tried to start it but it was dead. Dang. Out of fuel. Not knowing what else to do and feeling a little hungry, I opened the paper bag beside me to see what Pam had packed me for dinner. It was then that I started to suspect what had gone wrong. There was no dinner in that bag, but a pair of those very strange futuristic shoes. I pictured Pam smiling as she planned to sneak them into the car as a present. Her heart was in the right place, but she may have just caused a rift in the fabric of time or some such thing. Oops again. That must be why I’d landed in the wrong year.

I got out and assessed my situation. The first thing I needed to do was hide the car and get rid of Uncle Bartlett. I pushed the car a little further behind the tool shed so it wouldn’t be seen from the house. I found a shovel in the shed and went into the woods to start digging.

Once Uncle Bartlett was six feet under, the sun was starting to set and I knew I needed to find Eric. I took off down the driveway towards Hummingbird Lane. I had only been walking for about twenty minutes when a car pulled up behind me and stopped. I turned around and immediately recognized it, of course. My breath caught in my throat as a younger-than-I-remembered Gran stepped out, smiling at me. “A young girl like you shouldn’t be out here alone. Do you need a ride?”

“Oh, yes. That would be great.” I wasn’t sure if it was the smartest thing to do, but I couldn’t resist a chance to spend even another hour with her. Suddenly, I understood how Eric must have felt when he saw me alive after grieving my death. I resisted the urge to hug and kiss her, but instead just got into the car and thanked her for the ride.

She was dressed up in a pretty suit and said she was meeting a friend in Shreveport. I wondered if it was Fintan, of course, but couldn’t exactly ask her. I told her my name was Pam Ravenscroft. I knew that she wouldn’t know the name because vampires were still in the coffin. Then I wondered how hard it was going to be to get Eric to help me without killing me. I needed his…um…fuel to start the Corvette and I only knew one way to obtain it. I had a sudden thought as we were passing through downtown Shreveport.

“Um, I hate to ask you this, Gran…um…I mean you grand lady, but I need to stop at a drugstore for a minute.”

“Not a problem, sweetie.”

As we pulled into the parking lot, I also realized that I had absolutely no money.

“Gosh, I am so embarrassed to ask you this, but could I borrow some money? I need to buy something…um…personal, and I don’t have my purse with me. I’m also not sure if or when I can pay you back.”

She didn’t even bat an eye, but pulled her wallet from her purse and handed it to me. She was something else.

I handed the cashier the condoms but just couldn’t afford to be embarrassed about it. I removed them from the box and tucked them into my pocket before tossing the box and paper bag into the trash by the front door.

When Gran dropped me at Eric’s, she seemed to hesitate. “Are you sure this is the house? It looks abandoned.”

“I’m sure. Don’t worry. They’re expecting me.”

She drove away and I wiped the tear from my cheek as I watched her disappear down the road. Then I turned to the mansion, wondering how I was going to get what I wanted and then get out alive.

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