"It just was a bad dream," Mary thought as she rolled over on the couch. She was almost afraid to open her eyes.

"On the count of three," she thought. "One...two...three." She yanked her eyes open and a feeling of dread washed over her. She was still in the apartment of that man named Mike. She was still in the nineteen sixties.

Mary threw the covers off of her and walked into the kitchen to read the clock. It was seven-thirty. She yawned a little, not knowing what to do. But just then she heard someone moving in the other room.

"It's too early to be getting up," she heard a man say in a british accent.

Mary froze, not knowing what to do.

Just then a short man with brown hair and thick eyebrows walked into the kitchen. He seemed too groggy to notice Mary standing next to the fridge. He looked into the fridge and scowled when he saw nothing there.

"Geez, it be nice to have something to eat once in a while," he said in a British accent. He turned and that's when he bumped into Mary "Agh!" he shouted, causing them both to jump," Who are you?" He eyed her up and down suspiciously, not sure what to make of her.

"What's all the commotion," a dark blond fellow asked as he walked into the kitchen. A look of shock spread across his face when he saw Mary.

"Who's she?" the blond asked.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," the Brit scoffed

They both looked to her expecting answers.

She swallowed nervously and looked at her feet. "I-I'm Mary."

"That doesn't explain why you're in our kitchen at this hour." The Brit put his hand on his hip and tapped his foot. "You woke me from my sleep."

The blond looked at her sympathetically and smiled a little. "I'm Peter," he offered holding out his hand.

"This is no time for introductions," the Brit said.

"What's all the commotion," Micky echoed down the steps. It was the second time that morning it had been asked.

"I just found a strange lady in our kitchen, that's what."

"Ah, pshaw, she's not stranger. Mike invited her to stay last night," Micky grinned as he slung his arm around Mary.

"Mike's got a girlfriend?" Peter asked excitedly. It had been a while since the strong Texan had had any interest in a girl.

"He says that she isn't, but I know better." Micky winked at Mary, causing her to blush.

"Well, since you're no stranger, I might as well introduce myself," the British man said grumpily, "I'm David."

Mary nodded, unsure of what to say. Everything was strange and new to her.

"Well since almost everyone is up, why don't we make breakfast," Micky said as he brushed his hands together.

"Oh, can I cook Micky?!" Peter asked excitedly, practically jumping up and down.

"Oh, no not again. Remember what happened last time," David scowled.

"Umm, after much consideration, maybe I should," Micky said a little too loudly. He did not want to relive that experience. Smoke and flames, everywhere. Just the thought made him shudder. "Peter why don't you show Mary where the bathroom is so she can clean up."

Peter nodded and took ahold of Mary's hand, practically dragging her across the room.

"What am I going to wear?" Mary asked when they reached the door.

"I'm sure Davy has some clothes you can borrow," Peter said cheerfully.

Mary nodded and walked into the bathroom. She was glad that she could have a little time to herself.

Meanwhile Mike lay in his bedroom thinking to himself. He knew there was something off about Mary. He hadn't realized it then, but it seemed as if she shimmered under the light. Now she wasn't exactly the most beguiling woman, but there was something about her that attracted him in a funny way.

Just then he heard a knock on the door. "Mike," he heard David say, "breakfast is ready."

Mike smelled the air, surprised that he didn't smell anything burnt. He jumped out of bed and put on his robe as he walked down the spiral stairs.

"Where's Mary?" Mike asked as he took a seat at the table.

"She's taking a shower," Micky replied as he sat a plate of pancakes on the table.

"Look's good. I'm amazed that you didn't burn anything," Mike commented as he reached to grab one.

Surprisingly, Peter slapped him on the hand. "We should wait for Mary,"he said a a hurt tone

"Fine, okay," Mike scowled. Peter could be too nice sometimes.

"How did you meet her?" David asked. He propped his chin upon his hands and stared at him intently.

Mike swallowed nervously and stared down at his lap. "Well, she was sitting on a street curb in the rain and she didn't have no where else to go, so I invited her to stay the night."

"The classic case of "Her knight in shining armor," Micky commented.

Mike buried his face in his hands.

"It's alright," Peter said as he patted Mike on the back, "We know you were only doing a good deed."

"You like 'er don't you?" Davy asked, still staring.

"She's nice and all... but isn't there something strange about her?" Mike asked the others.

They all fell silent, because yes, there had been something strange about her, now that he had mentioned it.

"Excuse me, but is there anywhere I can put my dirty clothes," they heard a tiny voice ring out.

They all turned their face towards Mary, who was clad in a shirt and a pair of pants, provided by Davy. Their eyes widened in surprise.

"What?" she asked.

They all looked at each other and nodded. The glow around her had gotten much brighter. There was something not right about her.

Just then something thumped to the floor next to Mike's feet. Mary rushed to grab it, but Mike had already picked it up.

Mike twisted it around in his hand. It was a small device, with a black front and a gray back. He looked at the side and pushed a button. The screen flashed to life, showing the date and time. "April 24, 2014," he read aloud. He looked up at Mary. "You've got a lot of explainin' ta do."