The two strangers landed hard on the grassy ground. The younger one, at least twenty, sat up and rubbed his head.
"Owwwwww!" he said and looked over at his partner. "Where are we?" he asks.
The lder man opens up a small mechanical device that was in his hand. "Boston, 1867. Green light!" the man shuts the device and fives the younger one a smile.
"We haven't had a green light for awhile, so why don't we relax, huh?"
The young man gives the older one a strange look. "Who ARE you? WHAT are you?"
Phineas Bogg gives his young parnter a worried look. "What do you mean, 'who am I'? C'mon, kid, I know you like to joke around, but..."
"Hey, mister, I'm sure I'm NOT a kid, so why keep calling me that? WHO ARE YOU??"
Phineas Bogg stands up, trying to steady his feet. He always hated it when they landed hard—it always messed up his knee.
"I'm Phineas Bogg, your partner, remember?"
The young man tried to think hard, but shook his head. "No, I'm sorry, I don't. Partners? Do we have a business or something?"
"Okay, hold the phone! Don't tell me you really don't remember who I am or even being a Voyager after all these years?"
"Voyager? What's that?"
Phineas sighed. "Jeff, we travel through time to give history a push where it's needed. Don't you remember a thing?"
"No, Bogg, if that's your name, I don't. I didn't even know my own name until you told me just now."
"Oh, boy. You and I need to get to Voyagers Headquarters and now!" Phineas grabbed hold of his partner's arm, opened up the \omni and soon the were gone...
The two landed on a very hard surface.
"Hey, how'd we get here?" Jeff demanded, his brown eyes big.
"We omni'd here, Jeff. I HAD to, I didn't know what else to do." Phineas stood up and helped Jeff up. At least he didn't shrug off the helping hand.
"Where are we?"
"At Voyagers headquarters, kid. We're here to get you help,"
"Help? I don't understand ANY of this!" Jeff sighed, throwing up his hands in frustration...