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It's been nine years. I have two little girls. One is four, her name is Madison. The other is six. Her name is Trinity Mae. Nine years ago, the woman I loved died from what would be Prehistoric rabies. Eight years ago, my wife, Abby Maitland, and I got stuck in the Cretaceous era. When we got out, we decided to get married. During our time there, we fell in love. Well, I almost loved her completely. There's a part of me that still loves her.
Her name was Trinity Simmons, and I met her in a café in London. Then we worked together, and she died in my arms. I died a little that day, too. People don't enter my study for a reason. Inside is filled with pictures of Trinity. The one woman who ever really accepted all of me. Nine years was a long time, but I couldn't help it.
I lead the team of the ARC now. I run it. Danny left shortly after he came back, and Sarah and Becker still stick with it. Abby does it for the rush. Me? I do it for a deeper reason. I do it for revenge. Helen is dead, but I still feel that need…that need to avenge your mate.
We still have Icho, who is healthy and living in our back yard. Bam, well, he's old and retired now at a healthy age of fifteen. The girls love him. Nuwanda? He died seven years ago, but we have a new ferret in which Trinity named Edgar, after the vampire slayer in 'Lost Boys.' She loves the 80's. In fact, her walls are decorated with posters of David Bowie and Alice Cooper. She's an odd one for sure, but we named her after someone, and she's living up to the name.
I was actually on my way to buy her a new CD when the call came. The call that changed my life for the rest of forever. There was one thing we never knew about anomalies. And that was the fact they can alter everything. That's right, even age.
Author's Note: Here it is, folks! The sequel to Fingerless Gloves and a Rockstar. Lots of Drama ensues. It's like the Degrassi of Primeval. How fun! I can't wait to get this story going, since it's going to be a bit more angsty than the last one.