John knelt down in front of her as she rubbed the dog, a large German Shepherd, and put his hands on her arms.
"You're real…" he whispered.
"Excuse me?" the girl asked, confused.
"Cam… you're here. You're alive. You're… real…" he said, pulling her into a hug.
"Ooph… um, you're confused…" she said gently, placing a tentative hand on the back of his neck. "My name is Allison…"
John's eyes snapped open and he pulled back. "From Palmdale…"
"How did you know that?" she asked, eyes narrowing.
John stood up and Kyle's coat opened slightly.
"And, why are you… naked?"
John self-consciously pulled the coat back closed.
"When you come… the time travel doesn't let clothes pass through…" he mumbled.
"You're from when, then? Future or past?" another voice asked.
He turned, seeing that it was the voice of his father, and begged himself to keep his emotions in check.
"P-past." He said faintly. "I think… I may have skewed the timeline… Unless…" he frowned thoughtfully, "I was just supposed to come back, and that's how I became… huh…"
"He has time lag." Derek whispered to Kyle. "Either that or he's mental…"
"I'm not mental; you're one of the ones who kept telling me how important my role was!"
"Kid… again… never met…" Derek said with forced patience.
"Slipping time lines." Allison said quietly. "Maybe you from a future time go back to the past…"
"He does! 'Cause I sent him! And, he… you…" he said, his eyes shining as he looked at Kyle Reece, the legend, the man he'd always wanted to know.
"Yes?" Kyle asked, tilting his head slightly.
"You're… most important. Maybe most important of all…"
Allison looked at him quizzically.
"To be from the past… you seem to know a lot."
"Cameron, I--- ahem , sorry, Allison--- I've been raised to stop Skynet. My mom indoctrinated me since the friggin womb, because metal came after her before I was conceived."
"Then, she must have been very important." Allison said quietly, reminding him even more of Cameron then.
"Yes, she was…"
Shall I continue?