~Sergeant Troy's POV~

My stomach grumbled. When you haven't had anything for over 48 hours it kind of tends to do that.

"Do you have any thing to eat?" I asked Morgan. She grabbed a small, red bag and opened it up. We gathered around eagerly.

"I have two ham and cheddar cheese sandwiches with mayo. A green bell pepper, an apple and a stack of baby carrots. Plus four, homemade, dark chocolate chip cookies. I'll have to split it between us."

"Kind of like a picnic only without the bugs" Boyington commented from the floor where he was sitting. I joined him and so did Hogan.

"I could go out and get some ants for you if you want them that bad" the Colonel offered.

"There is snow outside so I don't think you'll find any" Morgan informed us.

She halved the sandwiches and passed them out. We men, scarfed them down. She then gave us the fruit and vegetables.

"Aren't you going to have any?" I asked before I ate a piece of an apple.

"Go ahead you guys. I'm not that hungry."

We didn't have to be told twice and that too disappeared. By this time she finished her sandwich and took out the bag with the cookies in it. Morgan offered them to us.

"Are you sure?" Boyington said. We stared at the dessert dubiously.

"Positive. I would be hurt if you didn't" the young woman replied. I gave her a grin and ate one. Only slowly.

"Hey these are great" I said and the others agreed. I was still very hungry; at least I could bear it for awhile longer.

"I'd tell my mom if I could. She made them" Morgan said and grabbed a water bottle. The girl gave it to us.

~PraiseworthySea's POV~

"No thanks" the Major said and pulled out a flask. I assumed it had some sort of liquor in it. I retrieved another bottle.

"What is that" Hogan inquired, motioning to me.

"Iced sweet tea. Scratch that: the ice melted." They each made a face of disgust but Boyington's was the worst. I knew these men liked their alcohol and tea was low on their lists of drinks. Why couldn't I have been stuck with Brits. They usually liked tea.

"Believe it or not, tea is VERY good for you. Well, probably not the kind I make because of all the sugar I put into it. Still it is high in antioxidants and helps calm nerves. It's a whole lot better for you than scotch..." Pappy's shoulders fell slightly.

"Beer..." Troy looked down a bit.

"Wine..." Hogan winced somewhat.

"Or anything like that. Which pretty much destroys your brain not to mention other vital organs and your body doesn't react as well as it should" I said cooly. Okay so I take offense when people make faces at my favorite drink. If they hadn't, then I wouldn't have gone off sounding like a preacher. It worked though. Pappy put away his flask and they all took some water instead. I nodded in satisfaction.

~Colonel Hogan's POV~

Morgan's point, using each of our favorite drinks as examples, made us all feel guilty. Tact would be a good thing to use around her, I noted and hopefully the others noticed it too.

"Morgan, you said we were in a museum. Is that correct?" I asked. She relaxed.

"Yes. I wish I knew how to send you three home. You can't come with me as I don't think my family will understand how you got here. They have also seen- um forget that."

I had a feeling that it had to do with a television program. A writer from awhile back had mentioned some thing about this. That had caused some questions from my men; mainly Sgt. Carter.

"Do me a favor huh guys? No going to any of the display cases or reading anything anywhere. It might cause problems. In fact, the best room we can be in is the one down the hall. It's completely empty with the exception of chairs." She pointed in the direction of the room.

"Lead the way then" Troy said and stood up.

~Major Boyington's POV~

A room is a room and this was just a plain one. Morgan had made a mistake though; there weren't any chairs.

"Well, there were bunches here the last time I saw it" she said defensively and crossed her arms over her chest.

"And when was that?" Troy questioned as he leaned against the wall.

"About two months ago. The Air Force base next door usually has ceremonies here. This is where they keep the spare tables and chairs for them to use. I guess they are having one this week."

"Wait a minute, you said Air Force. What is that?" I exclaimed. Her face fell and she hung her head.

"I did say that didn't I. It's what the Army Air Corp turned into, but please do not tell anybody. I don't want to be known for scrambling up the history that I know now. Please guys" Morgan begged. We promised. The four of us were silent for a while.

"How are we getting home or is that not possible?" Troy asked quietly.

"If I knew where the watch was I would bring you to it" she replied with a touch of despair.

"CIA had it last, Morgan" Hogan told the girl.

Her eyes widened and she said "Don't you mean OSS? Because that's basically what it's called during your time. CIA was a few years later. You shouldn't know about the CIA."

The Colonel gave her an all knowing look. "The last time I was here it was called the CIA."

"Hogan, I don't even want to ask why you were here." She threw up her hands. "Do you know how to get there?"

"I know the way around D.C." he said simply. Troy and I were listening to the conversation eagerly.

"Yeah and I know how to use the Metro there. Not sure that is going to help much. Well, I could get some directions to Langley. I'll be right back." Morgan took off towards the door then stopped and glanced back at us. "Stay here. Don't move" she pointed at us and ordered before leaving.

"Where is she going?" I ask no one in particular. I received blank looks and shrugs from both Hogan and Troy.