"In the future, will you wait for me?" asked the thrilled yet distressed blonde.

"Really, cause, then you'd be really, really old." The blonde gave him a small look, "But, that shouldn't matter. Thank you 'Pepper'"

"Thank you 'Salt'"

She gave him one final kiss of goodbye, and watched the overjoyed boy walk out of the room. He left on his family's time machine to his true time in 2121. As holding the salt shaker, which lacked of a partner pepper shaker, he reminisces of all the times he had had with the beautiful girl. And he thinks about how much he misses her and would love her forever.

Keely fiddled with the pepper shaker from years before in her hands while sitting on her living room couch. She usually reserved the shaker up on her fireplace mantel. She often played with the shaker at many times. She was disgusted with herself for still loving Phil, the man that she will never meet again. Keely always imagined what it would be like if he stayed with her in her present instead of going back to his. She imagined god and bad things. Sometimes she would imagine him staying with her and them getting married at the perfect wedding and having a family. Other times she would imagine that if he stayed they would break up and not be friends.

This morning when Keely woke up, she felt today was going to be a faultless day. She was wrong. She got dressed and walked down the city streets to a near coffee shop. She ordered her usual frosty mocha and walked downhill to the studio to get ready to do the noon news report. While walking at a fast pace her heel broke off of her right shoe. She was forced to take of both of her shoes and walk barefoot being aware of what she stepped on. Unfortunately, it had rained early in the morning and because of the cool weather, there were still puddles of filthy water everywhere on the ground.

With her feet soaking wet she walked into her studio rushing because she new she felt a little late. She looked up and realized that there weren't any studio employees. She went into the main office and still no one was there. She then went into her bosses office, happily she saw her boss sitting at his desk. "Well, you finally decided to show up today I see." He said to her. "Mr. Ways, I'm sorry that I'm five minutes late, but why aren't there any crew members in the studio?" Keely asked.

"What do you mean why? They're all out eating. It's their lunch hour."

"But, the people need their news. Why aren't we doing the news today?"

"We did already, you missed it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Miss Teslow, you are an hour late."

"Wha-"

"It's twelve forty-five Miss Teslow." He interrupted. "You missed reporting the news for the third time this month. I'm going to have to let you go."

Keely almost burst into tear right there. This was her dream job and she got fired. She could have sworn that it was only eleven. But she could trust any clock anymore. In watches she would forget to rewind it, or in clocks she would forget to change the battery, and the power would go out at her house sometimes. "Mr. Ways, I swear I-"

"Miss Teslow, please gather your things in your office tomorrow and leave now."

Keely turned around and slinked back into the studio. She stared at the desk that she would always broadcast her report. A janitor was sweeping almost nothing over in the corner. He looked up at her but his eyes were hidden in a shadow. By now Keely was in tears, and the janitor gave her a sweet smile that said "I'm really sorry."

Keely walked home still barefoot. She put her broken shoes back on and went into a small boutique to get a new pair of shoes. And she threw away her old shoes in a trash can on the side of the sidewalk, and continued her way home. She tripped over a crack in the cement. Her items fell out of her tote. A man with a hat came and helped her pick up what fell out. Keely looked at him and thanked him but he hid his face from her and seemed to disguise his voice. When she arrived home she sulked for a while then got some food because she just realized that she didn't get any lunch.

Keely sat playing with the pepper shaker that night at about nine o'clock, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. She got up to open the door. It was a man with a bouquet of flowers. "Uh, hi, may I help you?"

The man asked, "May I come in to talk to you for a second?"

Keely let him in cautiously, but felt as though she could trust in him. "Who are you?"

The face of the man was revealed in the lighting in the house. "Keely."