SPLASH! I thought that I was in Micky's pool at is house in LA, but instead of landing in the warm swimming pool I landed with a thud in a dark gutter. It was ice-cold and really slushy. A Volks Wagon Van drove past and a wall of water hit me so now I was even wetter! Shivering uncontrollably, I began to pick myself up when someone pushed me from behind. I landed on my stomach, and suddenly there was a hand in front of me. I took it, and was surprised at the strength that pulled me from the abyss. "Sorry I ran into you, Steve pushed me... Hey, you're all wet, here's my coat. Steve! Give her your coat too." The blonde boy was doing his best not to show his embarrasment, "I feel really bad about this." he said.
"Fine," I tried to say, but instead I sneezed. Unfortunately I don't have a cute feminine sneeze. He chuckled when he saw me blush, and hurried his friend to give up his coat.
"But Peter," Steve protested, "I'm cold!"
Peter motioned at me, "What about her? It's mostly your fault that she's all wet, cold, and shivering. I'll buy you another coat tomarrow, but all the shops are closed right now."
"Fine," replied Steve, "But don't you dare try to buy a cheap one!" Steve handed over his coat, that looked very expensive, and Peter wrapped it around me. They were roughly the same size and very soft. Thankfully they were already warmed up. My vision went blurry, and I almost passed out. Peter caught me and held me upright.
"Go on home Steve. I'm taking her to my apartment for the night." I heard Peter say, "She's really out of it. Either that or she's stoned." Steve walked away, and Peter carried me in the opposite direction. If I had had the strength, I would have protested him taking me to his apartment, but as he began walking I passed out.
CHAPTER 3
That night I dreamed about home. Then, I remembered the dummy on THE MONKEES. Peter.
The voice that was waking me up was only vaugley familliar, "Good morning!" the sweet, and gentle, yet chipper voice called, "Oh oops, you're still asleep," it added appologetically.
"Peter?" I asked groggily, still not all the way awake.
"What is it?" He asked, jumping to my side. I jerked my head up, "What's wrong?" I realized that he was worried about me.
"Nothing... You're Peter Tork... Right? The Monkee?"
"I'm Peter Tork, but who said that I was a gorilla?"
"No... MONKEE... oh... You're not... What year is it?" I asked, relying on my limitied knowledge of the monkees. I figured that we must be in Greenwitch Village.
"It's nine-teen-sixty-two..." he answered slowly, "And who are you?"
"I'm Millie," I said, "Millie Don... Never mind."
"What was going on last night?" he asked, a shadow crossing his innocent face, "Were you stoned?"
"Stoned?" I laughed, "I don't do drugs! Never have, and never will. Actually I don't know what happened... I fell into the swimming pool..."
"You mean the gutter right," he interjected.
Somehow I had travelled back in time, and explaining this to Peter seemed pointless, so I said, "Ya, that must have been it. And then you got me out and covered me with these expensive looking coats..." I trailed off as I noticed his fringe covered clothes, love beads, and big side-burns. Then, I looked down at my faded blue jeans,