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I stagger out of bed in lolling confusion, and slip into my navy blue, terry-cloth bathrobe. What day is it? Sunday, I suppose, the Sabbath day. Though I most certainly will not be going to church today. As a matter of fact, I might be doing a little sinning this fine Sunday morning. I'll spend a good few hours sprucing up, and then gather a few bills to pay for a fairly expensive dinner at a fairly fancy restaurant. Because tonight be my wonderful first date with the lovely and fairest-of-them-all Queen Oxcula. Yes. She said 'yes'. No. I did not, however, ask her to marry me… yet. I vow that today be as fair a day as any in my literal future has ever been. I could use my Giggle and find out how tonight pans out, but I'd rather wallow in the exciting surprise. Predictions? She'll be in a sultry red gown , as I am sporting a fancy black tux, smelling of scrumptious pumpkin seed, (I just don't know what it is about the smell of pumpkin on a women that makes me fall in love) as she had while the first large pepperoni came in. We won't kiss. That is the most important detail of the night. Maybe an innocent one on her rosy right cheek, but definitely not on the lips. I want her to know that I'm a slow moving kind of guy. She should develop a feeling of trust around me and hopefully tell me her real name by nights end. So, we would enjoy the food, and just for the fun of it we'd mess with our waiter. 'I asked for plenty of grenadine in my drink. I can hardly taste it, sir. Would you be a lamb and fill'er up about half way and then add the Sprite? I'll be sure to cut off of your tip if it isn't perfect.' With a devilish smile to top it off.

Of course, in all the excitement, I'm forgetting about the more important business that needs tending: Mom is still missing.

So after a long and healthy dose of imagination, I walk downstairs to find Pim playing with her, newly customized (red translucent covered), Wizrd.

"What are you doing up so early?" I ask, hoping for a civil answer.

"…Planning," she said, hesitantly.

"I'm not gonna ask." I stepped into the kitchen, preparing my stomach for a hefty omelet. I pulled six eggs from our larger-than-normal Plexi-Stretch Fridge 3000 (courtesy of 2121 Shoppers Catalog). "Want anything?" I asked Pim.

No answer. "I'm gonna hate myself for asking, but what kind of 'planning' are you doing anyway?"

"You really wanna know, brother?"

"No, but tell me anyway." I reached for the special no-stick frying pan under the counter.

"See Phil, there comes a time in a young girl's life when she realizes her father is a filthy, selfish, useless pig." She tapped a button on the Wizrd extra hard for emphasis. "I checked the Giggle about an hour ago, and it revealed to my innocent eyes that Dad marries that sorry excuse for a woman exactly a year from this day. So I figure he didn't tell this chick about having a family. With a little replication and new-aging, Little Red Riding Hood is gonna be detouring her way back to grandma's house, leaving Lloyd alone and unhappy."

"Tell me I have nothing to do with this…"

"Not yet. I have to execute this perfectly. I don't want the girl to go and kill herself, so I gotta make sure she isn't cushion soft in the head."

"How nice of you. And if she does happen to be sensitive…?" I greased the pan thoroughly to reassure the no-stick promises.

"Haven't thought about that yet. Any word on mom?" She asked, innocently.

I looked up from my third egg cracking and answer, "Nope. You didn't try to find out anything from the Giggle?"

"Actually that's the strange part. I tried the Giggle, nothing came up." She walked toward me in the kitchen.

"You don't think… Mom tried to anti-Giggle us, do you?" Pretty weird, right? The Giggle is (for future technology) a reasonably large contraption with which you can look up someone's future. However, there was also an anti-Giggle invented in 2114, making it possible to hide your future from everybody. Obviously this means mom doesn't want to be found.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing as an anti-anti-Giggle. Which would be stupid anyway. It's almost as stupid as making an anti-Giggle in the first place.

"I think I'm gonna go for a walk. Try and dig up some dirt, hopefully not literally…" Pim exited the room.

It's almost noon. My date in nearly eight hours, and a lot on my mind. I decide against going out of town to Bon-Ton for my favorite cologne. The nearest store is in Hamden, and I don't have the time. So I make a call.

"Hello, is this the… Worldwide Kiosk?" I read from an ad in an old 2121 newspaper. Or new, I'm not sure.

"Yes it is. How may I help you?" A woman, she sounded familiar.

"Um, yes, I need a pin-point location for the license plate 'DFFYFAM'."

"… That license plate no longer exists, sir. The RV was repossessed in 2011, due to lack of payments. It was also involved in an accident in 2009. Nature related," she answered.

"Oh, wow. Do you know who was driving it at the time of the accident?"

"…No sir. That isn't in our records. May I ask how you know about an RV from such a long time ago?"

"Umm, I have to go. Thanks for all your help." And I hung up the phone in utter dismay.

In the note dad said he went back to the future. But how can that be if our time machine is repossessed in two years? Did he lie? Did that, oddly familiar sounding, woman lie? I have no time to go and dig up info.

The phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Phil, it's me. I have some bad news." Oxcula! I can't believe she called me! But how did she get my number?

"Hey, what's going on? Tell me you're not cancelling."

"I'm not cancelling," she says, "But I can't go out to eat tonight. Can I come to your place, maybe?"

"Uh, sure, of course you can."

"Cool, alright, bye." She hung up. This will be the third time she's come to my house now. It's awesome, I know. On the other hand, I'm now even more nervous than I was in the beginning. More nervous than I was when I fell in front of her. My knees were trembling, just at the thought of her sitting on my couch. I would smell the sweet pumpkin on her person, and she would compliment me on my outstanding cooking abilities. No waiter to harass. No sultry red gown. No sexy tux. And definitely no kiss on the cheek. That would be much too awkward to do when I know she's only leaving my house. She made me worry. She sounded urgent, in a hurry. Like maybe she was in the middle of a delivery.

A knock at the door.

"Just a minute!" I yell.

I amble toward the door, and quickly open it. "Hey!"

I looked over some of my reviews and was so inspired, I thought I'd start writing again. It's probably not the best chapter, but there WILL be more to come, and soon! I will also HOPEFULLY be updated Turbulence as well. What did you think?