"Yes…it's not like I went back in time five hundred years…" Cain said, rolling his eyes.

"Dude, it's 2007!" Amanda yelled.

Cain was now the one with his mouth open in surprise.

Tiffany and Becky came into the room, followed by a man with whitish blue hair and ice blue eyes. He was carrying sandwiches in his hands. Cain stared at him for a minute.

"Riff…?" he whispered.

"Riff? No, I apologize, I'm not Riff," the man said, blushing. He liked the color of Cain's hair-black with traces of auburn.

Carina turned to the man, "Then who are you?"
Becky and Amanda laughed and Amanda said, "My butler."

Cain looked like he wanted to cry, but it was as if his tears had long since dissolved.

"Riff…" he said under his breath.

Amanda felt so bad for him that she wanted to hug him. She didn't dare, however. For what her friend had told her, she'd be dead in a heartbeat.

FLASHBACK

"I will own Cain, and I will say, right now, that if anyone touches him other than me and Riffael Raffit, you will die. Slowly and painfully."

Everyone backed away as she looked madly around the room, she looked like a bug with her eyes bulging and the strange wicked grin on her face, only seen when she was very, VERY whacked out.

Her new nicknames: Mad Hatter, Nut-Job, Whacked Weaver.

END FLASHBACK

Cain sighed and left the room, glad to get away from all of them. However, to his dismay one of them followed. It was Tiffany.

"Why are you following me?" he glared at her, "Leave me alone."

Tiffany pushed her bangs out of her face and scoffed.

"You won't last a day in 2007 by yourself. Don't even think for a moment any of us are going to let you get away until you meet our friend anyway."

Cain shook his head and kept walking without looking back at her. He passed many people, many people passed him.

Half of the people passing him had small, shiny objects pressed to their ears and were talking loudly and many asked "Can you hear me?"

"Admiring Cells, are we?" Tiffany said, smiling, but not looking at him as she walked beside him.

"What?"

"Cells. Portable phones. Cell phone." she explained.

One girl that was passing Cain dropped her phone and turned ghost white as she looked at him. He smirked and thought, 'typical girl.'

But then he saw some strange boys with baggy pants, long white sleeveless shirts, low hanging silver chains with dollar signs around their necks and dangling from their pants, and wraps around their heads. They had loud banging music in the background, music Cain had never heard in his life and hoped he would never have to again.

"I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me, If you fucking with me, I'm a P-I-M-P, Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy, Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P."

Some words he'd never heard in his life, and doubted he'd ever want to hear.

"What's a P-I-M-P?" he spelled it out, asking Tiffany what it meant.

"You don't really know anything, do you?" Tiffany asked, raising her eye brows.

"I wasn't exactly born in this century!" Cain said angrily.

"Sorry. I'm not one to get into what 'pimp' means, but you should know. You are one," she continued.

Cain looked at her, as if he were about to say something, but decided not to.

"Those guys over there are real 50 cent millionaires," she stated, rolling her eyes.

'How can you be a millionaire with 50 cents?' Cain thought. He didn't ask though.