Well, guys, this is the last update you'll see for a little while. I leave to go home to Michigan today! I can't wait; I've missed my home! Then tomorrow I'm headed to the UP with Sophie for two days, then two days after I get home, school starts. Man, is it going to be chaotic, and I doubt I'm going to have anytime to THINK let alone update!
So I kinda made this chapter really long...heh...
The song Krys listens to is Stand by Rascal Flatts. Thought I might let ya'll know that :-)
Anyway, enjoy, and please review! I'll see ya'll when I get back!
-Robi
Chapter Seven: Consequences Considered; Overruled
----The next morning, Robinson Mansion----
The next morning, Cassie gently rocking her awakened Krys.
"Krystal. Krystal, wake up!" Cassie said.
Krys knew it was urgent, not only from the worried tone of her mother's voice, but also from the fact that her mother only called her Krystal when it was either important, or when she was in trouble, which had been quite a lot in her life. She quickly sat up and grabbed her glasses from the bedside table and blinked against the light pouring into her room from the window.
"Mom, what is it?" Krys asked. "What's wrong?"
"Get dressed as quickly as you can and wake up Wilbur and Lewis. This is urgent. We have to get to headquarters as soon as possible." Cassie said.
"But, Mom, what's wrong?" Krys asked, confused.
"You'll find out soon enough." Cassie promised. "Just hurry!"
"Okay." Krys said, nodding. She threw the covers back and hopped down from her loft bed onto the floor. Jess looked up sleepily from the rug she often slept on.
"Up and at it, Jess!" Krys said, hurrying over to her closet. "Something's wrong."
Krys ran into her walk in closet and quickly walked behind her Dress Screen, which was like an old fashioned dressing screen, but with preset clothing. Every night before she went to bed, Krys would input whatever outfit she wanted to wear the next day onto the pin pad, and all she had to do the next morning was walk behind it.
The Dress Screen was actually Krys's own invention. She, like her grandfather, had a knack for inventing things, and like her grandmother, loved music. Krys had invented the Dress Screen to help her get ready faster when she had started middle school and she had found it harder to get up and ready fast enough to catch the shuttle bus.
Krys walked out from behind the screen and found herself in blue jeans, a black tanktop, black Converse shoes like the ones Wilbur wore, and a gray quarter-length sleeved zip-up jacket with gold stars printed on it. She quickly ran a brush through her short hair and pulled it back into the best ponytail she could get and ran from the room, Jess at her heels.
Krys ran down the hall as fast as her feet would carry her towards the travel tube that would take her to Lewis and Wilbur's room. Jess ran through her catdoor (Krys had had catdoors put near every travel tube for Jess when Jess was still a cub) into the room as Krys appeared in the travel tube.
Krys quickly turned on the lights and ran over to the sleeping boys and shook them awake.
"Guys, wake up!" She said. She shook Lewis, who had the bed to the left while Jess jumped up onto Wilbur's bed and began to lick Wilbur furiously on the face, causing him scream a little shrilly when he realized what was going on.
"Get off of me!" He said, pushing against the lioness's belly. "Krys, a little help here!"
Krys quickly grabbed Jess by her collar and pulled her off of Wilbur, shooing her out of the room. Lewis yawned and sat up, rubbing his eyes and slipping on his glasses as he did so.
"What's going on?" He asked.
"You two have to get up and get dressed, fast." Krys said, taking a much-needed breath. "I don't know why, but we have to get to headquarters fast."
Wilbur and Lewis exchanged a glance.
"Now!" Krys said, annoyed. The two boys quickly nodded and hopped out of bed, rushing over to the chest of drawers they were sharing.
"Oh, and remind me to get Grandad to put in a Dress Screen in here." Krys said as she hurried over to the travel tube. "Meet us in the living room!"
Wilbur nodded. "Okay, okay, yeesh." He said.
As soon as Krys was gone, he looked at Lewis. "What do you think's wrong?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow. Lewis shrugged.
"I don't know, but it sounded pretty urgent." He said. "We'd better do what she says and get dressed fast."
Wilbur nodded and the two got dressed quickly, grabbing their TCTF lanyards and slipping them over their heads as they ran over to the travel tube.
Once they were in the hall, they took off running towards the living room, where Krys had said to meet her. When they reached it, they were kind of surprised to find the entire Robinson family, including Baby Nicky, awake and sitting on the sofa. Cornelius had his arm around Franny, who looked extremely worried, as did the rest of the family. Lucille and Bud, who were now well into their nineties (but still going like they were still in their sixties) sat in a similar fashion next to Wilbur's parents. Cassie stood in front of the television, which had been set to "Vid Chip."
"Oh good, you're here." She said when she saw the boys enter. "You'd better sit down."
Wilbur and Lewis nodded and sat down at the edge of the couch next to Krys.
"What's going on?" Lewis asked. Cassie took a deep breath. Then she held up a small white disk that was about the size of a quarter.
"This was found taped to the TCTF HQ doors early this morning around five thirty." Cassie said. "Agent Stacy immediately did a scan of it to make sure it wasn't a virus or anything, and she found that it's a video, and it's virus-free. It was addressed to me, but if this is what I think it is, I think we should all be here to watch it."
Wilbur, Lewis, and Krys all exchanged a glance, then looked back at Cassie. Cassie turned to the television and pressed a small button. A small drive, much like a DVD player would do, popped out, and Cassie clicked the disk into it, then pressed the button again. She walked over to the couch and sat in between Franny and Tallulah, who handed Carl the sleeping Nickolas.
A man with wild red hair and piercing blue eyes dressed in a white lab-coat like coat appeared on the screen. His hands were behind his back, and he had a smug look on his face. The room behind him was nothing but a wall, which was painted a dull gray, but the Robinsons could hear a few voices in the background as the man opened his mouth to speak.
"Good morning, Mrs. Robinson." He said. His voice was familiar to Cassie somehow, and she narrowed her eyes slightly as she listened closely. "My name is James McPhearson, and I am taping this video in regards to your husband, Captain Wilbur Robinson."
Wilbur's eyes widened. He exchanged yet another glance with Lewis, then looked back at the screen.
"In case you are wondering, yes, your husband was indeed kidnapped." James said, his expression never changing. "I am his kidnapper, and what I am about to tell you are the things you must do if you ever want to see your husband again."
Cassie narrowed her eyes and took a deep breath. She heard Cornelius and Krys do the same. They were obviously just as enraged as she was.
"Fourteen years ago, I was a student in your TCTF academy. I was in training to be a special agent, but I was kicked out of your academy because I made a mistake by taking one of your time machines on a little history bounce." James went on. "As you may well recall, your husband called all of your officers, special agents, special investigators, and detectives together when he banned me from training any more."
"I remember him now." Cornelius said. "He was the one who almost created a time-relapse."
Cassie nodded, then looked back at the screen. James' face was pink with anger, but he soon quieted himself down and regained control of his emotions.
"So I waited, waited fourteen years, planning, and molding a revenge plan that was fool-proof, and waited for the perfect time to carry out my plan. I had had my henchmen spying on your husband for a quite a while, and when they saw the perfect time to act, I gave them the OK. So here we are now, three days later."
James smiled an evil grin, and Krys had never felt so angry with someone in all her life. She clenched her fists tightly until her fingernails dug into her palms, but she still didn't loosen them.
"Now," James said, and the camera panned out a bit. "Here's what I want as ransom for your beloved Wilbur."
Before James said anything else, the camera panned away from him, revealing the rest of the room. Two tall, muscular men in gray shirts stood behind a small, white couch. On the couch sat the older version of Wilbur, his hands handcuffed in front of him. He had a bruise on his cheek and forehead, and a scrap that looked pretty fresh was on his chin. He had a blank expression on his face, but his eyes showed that he was scared.
Krys drew in a sharp breath, then narrowed her eyes and dug her nails deeper into her palm. Her knuckles turned white from the strength of which she was using to curl her hands into fists, and she, too, swallowed hard. These men had hurt her father, and she vowed that they would not get away with it.
"If you ever want to see your husband again, I want one of your time machines. I'm not picky about which one," James said, the camera panning back to him for a minute. "Just make sure it works."
Suddenly, there was a small scuffling sound, and Carson and Keith trying to stop whatever it was moving from moving could be heard.
"Cassie, don't do it." The camera panned back over to where the older Wilbur had just been sitting. He was now at his feet, struggling against the strength of James' thugs. "He'll create who knows how many time-relapses! I'll be fine, but whatever you do, don't give McPhearson a time machine!"
Keith shut Wilbur up with a swift punch to the gut, and he bent over, trying to catch his breath. The younger Wilbur winced, as though he could actually feel what his future self had just gone through. He looked at Krys, who looked like she was about to explode. Her knuckles were white, she had her fists clenched so tightly, and her green eyes were blazing with anger behind her purple-rimmed glasses.
"Shut up." Keith growled. The older Wilbur looked up at him and growled at him under his breath.
"Cassie, don't do it." He said, obviously not shaken by the punch he had just received. "I love you, and Krys both more than anything in this world, and that's why you can't give McPhearson a time machine. He'll only use it for evil, and he'll most likely start with making sure Krys doesn't exist."
Krys suddenly let her fists uncurl in surprise. Would McPhearson actually do that? She didn't doubt it; McPhearson had said he had been kicked out of the TCTF training academy fourteen years ago, so she had to have either just been born or not born yet. She swallowed as James, his eyes narrowed in anger, stepped into the scene.
"Take him back to his room." He commanded his henchmen, who nodded solemnly. They grabbed older Wilbur's shoulders and began to push him towards the door.
"Don't do it, Cassie!" They heard Wilbur scream one last time.
The camera, having nothing to pan in on except the closing door of the room, panned back over to James. "Believe me, Mrs. Robinson, I'd rather not hurt your husband. But if you don't comply to my wishes and deliver a time machine to the place noted in the note left with this vid-chip, I'm afraid you'll never see Wilbur again."
James smiled again.
"You have twenty-four hours to comply." He said. With that, the video shut off, and the chip popped back out of the player.
For a minute, no one moved. No one said anything, just remained quiet in shock, Wilbur and Lewis especially.
Wilbur could hardly believe what he had just seen. He had just viewed his own ransom video, and he had a feeling he was about to go on his first mission as a TCTF Special Recruit.
Suddenly, Krys narrowed her eyes again and jumped to her feet. "Well, what are we going to do?" She asked her mother, who looked at her sadly.
"I don't know, Krys. Your father's right. I remember James McPhearson now, too, and if he gets his hands on a time machine, nothing will be the same again. You may very well not exist."
"But that's not the point!" Krys said. "We can't just let them hurt Dad!"
"I know that, Krys, but we can't just very well hand over a time machine to them, either! Think of the consequences of such an act, Krys!" Cassie said, standing up and placing her hands on her daughter's shoulders.
"So we're just going to sit back and do nothing while those thugs hurt Dad?" Krys snapped, here angry green eyes softening with tears.
"Krys, we never said that." Cornelius said, rubbing Franny, who was crying softly into his shoulder's, back. "But really stop and consider the consequences of handing a time machine over to a person like James McPhearson. The TCTF wasn't just founded to stop time from repeating itself and the space-time-continuum from collapsing, it was also founded to stop time criminals like McPhearson from causing them to do such things in the first place."
"I know that, Grandad, but we can't just not do anything!" Krys said. "We can't just sit back and let McPhearson hurt Dad for something that happened before I was born!"
"Krys, that's enough." Cassie said sternly. "As of right now, we are not going to hand over a time machine to James McPhearson in exchange for your father, and I'm sure everyone else here agrees that that is the best answer."
Krys looked at her family, and thought many them looked very close to tears themselves, they all nodded.
"Your mother's right, Krys," Art said. "It's just too risky."
"I'm sure your father will be fine." Tallulah added.
"Wilbur's gotten out of worse before." Carl added (which caused the younger Wilbur to look at his with a funny expression. What kind of situation could be worse than a life-or-death one?).
"Your father would want it this way." Cassie said, pulling her daughter into a tight hug, tears rolling down her cheeks as she did. "I'm so sorry, Krys."
Krys pulled away angrily from her mother. "So this is it." She said. "We're just going to let them get rid of Dad?"
"Krys, we – " Cassie started, but Krys cut her off.
"If you really cared about Dad you wouldn't think about the consequences!" She snapped. "You'd do whatever you could to save him! You don't care about Dad at all! All you care about is your stupid TCTF!"
"Krys!" Franny said, unhappy with the way her granddaughter was talking to her mother. "Stop talking to your mother that way! She's only doing what's best for you."
Krys didn't say anything. She just glared one last time at her mother, then turned quickly on her heel and ran from the room. Cassie sighed deeply and sat back down on the couch, burying her face in her hands.
Wilbur and Lewis could do nothing but look at each other sadly. What else could they do? They were helpless in a situation like this.
"What are we going to do, Cassie?" Lewis whispered. Cassie looked up and at him.
"What Wilbur would want." She said. "We're going to do nothing. It's all we can do."
The rest of the Robinsons could only nod in agreement sadly and stare at the ground and at each other in shock. Their Wilbur, their cocky, smart-mouthed, fun-loving Wilbur, was never coming back.
----Krys's room----
Krys ran into her room and threw herself into the nearest beanbag chair she could find. She fought back tears as she said to Jess,
"It's not fair, Jess! It's just not fair!"
With that, Krys let the tears fall freely. She cried until she could cry no more. Jess got up from her spot on the rug and pressed her nose to Krys's arm, trying to comfort the teenager, and Krys smiled sadly, burying her face into the lioness's fur.
"Thanks, Jess." She said.
Krys sighed and sat back flopped over on her beanbag chair to where she was starting at her ceiling.
How could her mother refuse to help her father like that? Sure, Krys understood why, but what she couldn't understand was why Cassie was giving up so easily. Cassie had never given up on anything, and now she was, as if all hope for Wilbur was gone.
But all hope isn't gone. Krys reasoned in her head. You could help you father…
Krys, being the daughter of the founder of the Time Continuum Task Force, knew very well the consequences of handing a time machine over to a time criminal. She understood the meaning of the words time-relapse and paradox as thought they were nothing but terms she used in her everyday speech, which actually wasn't too far from the truth when she was explaining the TCTF to many of the trainees her father trained.
But Krys also knew the consequences of allowing McPhearson to hurt her father. Her family would take it hard, and thought Cassie was a great leader, Krys wasn't sure what Cassie would do if Wilbur died. She had never really had a reason to think about it.
Krys's eyes filled with tears again at the thought of never seeing her father, her role model, her hero, ever again. Krys once again rolled over and cried into her beanbag, this time until she fell asleep.
----Later that night at dinner----
No one said much at dinner that night. Krys refused to leave her room, and no one dared try and make her. Cassie was already in mourning for her husband, and Franny and Lucille were distraught, Cornelius and Bud trying their best to keep them calm and collected. Lewis and Wilbur didn't say anything; they both just picked at their dinners, half-heartedly taking a few bites. Even Aunt Petunia, who had always had something to say about everything, was quite tonight. The only person who talked during dinner was Tallulah as she tried to get Nicky to eat his dinner.
Cornelius sighed as he looked at his daughter-in-law. "Have you spoken to Krys?" He asked.
Cassie shook her head. "She's furious with me. She refuses to leave her room, or even talk to me." She said. She sighed again. "She's taking it a lot harder than I think anyone could have imagined."
Cornelius nodded. "I could talk to her, if you want."
Cassie shook her head. "She won't talk to anybody." She said. "She's giving us all the cold shoulder."
Her eyes suddenly wandered to Lewis and Wilbur, and an idea suddenly struck her. "Do you two think you could get through to her?" She asked. Wilbur and Lewis shrugged.
"We could try." Wilbur said.
"It might work." Lewis agreed. Cassie smiled.
"Thank you. You'd best wait til tomorrow to do it, thought. That'll give her some time to accept the fact and have a little time to herself."
The boys nodded and went on eating their dinner in silence.
----Krys's room----
Krys's computer had already begun to play music by the time she had woken up. Krys's computer was programmed to play music everyday at 6:35 PM, which was usually when Krys came to her room to read or invent or something.
Krys guessed her Mood Swinger had already scanned her mood from the sound of the music that was playing. Krys and her grandfather had come up with the idea what when an automated music system began to play, it would scan your mood to see how you felt that day first, and play that type of music. The listener could change the music if they wanted to still, so they were never forced to listen to one specific type of music.
You get mad,
You get strong,
Wipe your hands,
Shake it off,
Then you stand.
The old song from sixty years in the past made Krys smile. As she listened to the rest of the slow, mood-raising, determined song, she finally realized what she had to do.
Krys's mind went back to what her mother had said about considering the consequences of handing a time machine over to a time criminal. Krys knew very well what they were, but at that moment, she didn't care if she didn't exist. At least her father would be safe.
A sudden knock made her jump. "Who is it?" She asked, finding her voice a little hoarse from crying so much.
"It's Wilbur and Lewis." Wilbur's voice came through the door. Krys raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Can we come in?"
"Hold on." Krys said, crossing the room and tapping the lock on the door keypad. "It's open." She walked back over to her computer desk and sat down.
Wilbur and Lewis exchanged another one of their unsure glances and twisted open the door, stepping into a light blue room. Krys was sitting in the corner at a desk, and her computer was playing music.
"Hey." She said, looking up and grinning. Her eyes weren't red, and when she yawned a little, the boys suspected she had fallen asleep.
"Uh, hey." Wilbur said, unsure of what really to say. What do you say to your future daughter when your life is in danger and she's upset about it? He wondered, looking to Lewis for help. Lewis shook his head and shrugged, knowing what Wilbur was thinking.
"Are you okay?" Wilbur asked. Krys shrugged.
"I guess." She said, sighing. "I'm just really, really worried about Dad."
Lewis and Wilbur nodded. They could understand that.
"I mean, I know what the consequences of handing a time machine over to someone like McPhearson is, but the thought of Dad getting hurt…" Krys sighed. She didn't feel like she was talking to her past father and grandfather, but rather to two friends who wanted to help her. "It makes me angry."
Lewis nodded. "I know what you mean." He said. "But Cassie's right, Krys. From the way McPhearson talked to us and treated Wilbur, it looks like his first stop on his time-changing spree would be to make sure you don't exist."
"And not existing sucks." Wilbur added, grinning. "I should know."
Krys smiled a small smile. Her dad had never failed to cheer her up. Then again, her dad never failed at anything…He was, after all, Wilbur Robinson.
Wilbur and Lewis smiled and nodded.
"It'll be okay, Krys." Lewis assured her. "Keep moving forward, remember that."
Krys sighed. "I know I have to keep moving forward, but it's…it's not going to be easy."
The future father-and-son duo nodded again. They knew oh-too-well how hard it was to keep moving forward, Lewis especially. He had just about been ready to give up everything, even inventing, before Wilbur had taken him to the future. Then he had learned the true meaning of keep moving forward, and he had vowed to make the future he knew he would have even better someday.
"Well, Carl said to tell you there's leftovers in the kitchen if you get hungry." Wilbur said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder. Krys nodded.
"Thanks, guys, but right now, I just want to be alone." She said. Lewis and Wilbur nodded.
"Don't give up, Krys. There's got to be some other way we can get me outta there." Wilbur said.
With that, he and Lewis left Krys to be by herself again. They headed down the hall towards the travel tubes.
Krys thought about the small conversation she had just had with Wilbur and Lewis. She knew they had only been trying to cheer her up, but in reality, it had only made her feel just a tiny bit worse. What if her plan didn't work?
It'll work! You just have to put it into action, dodo head! Krys thought. She shook her head and clicked off her computer. She looked at the clock and nodded.
"11:42. Everyone should be in bed in a few minutes." She said. She hurried over to her closet and grabbed her backpack, throwing a few gadgets she knew might come in handy into it. Jess came in through her catdoor, and looked at Krys curiously.
"I'm going to save Dad." She told Jess, who cocked her head to the side. "I know what could happen, but that's not important right now."
Jess let out a small growl in the back of her throat, as if she understood what Krys was saying, but didn't like it one bit.
"I know it's a bad idea, girl." Krys said. "But I have to do something."
Krys waited until the only thing she heard was silence. Making sure she made no sound, she carefully closed her door and headed for the garage travel tube. As soon as her feet hit the garage floor, Krys ran over to the bright orange time machine and jumped in, punching a few buttons and starting the time machine. She was just about to lift off into the sky when she remembered something very important.
"The note!" She said to herself, slapping her forehead. The note James McPhearson's thugs had left with the vid-chip had all the information Krys would need to comply to his wishes and save her father, which meant it had where she should meet him. Krys turned off the time machine and quickly jumped out, running back over to the travel tube. She soon found herself in the lobby, and she ran off to the right towards the library, where she was sure her mother had put the note. She cautiously stepped into the room. No one was there.
Sighing with relief, Krys ran over to the desk and began to search for the note, finally finding it under the vid-chip in a drawer. Krys slipped both the vid-chip and the note into her jeans pocket, running back out the door and to the travel tube.
Krys then jumped back into the time machine and pulled the note from her pocket.
If you ever want to see your husband again, meet me with a time machine within twenty-four hours at a warehouse thirty minutes north of Todayland.
Do not bring the police.
I'll be waiting.
"Hold on, Dad." Krys said. "I'm coming."
With that, she lifted off into the sky and flew towards Todayland, which illuminated the river with its lights. Krys flew up and over Todayland, headed north for the warehouse where McPhearson had said to meet him with the time machine.
Krys told herself for the millionth time that she could be making a big mistake, but Krys simply shook her head and continued on, determined to save her father even at the cost of her own existence. That was the oath she had taken when she had joined the TCTF: To protect and serve the TCTF of the United States of America, even at the cost of her own existence.
Finally, after about a half an hour, Krys spotted the warehouse that had to be McPhearson's lair. Krys flew the time machine towards it slowly, landing it in the soft grass with ease. She hoped out, and looked at the address on the building and then at the note, making sure she was right.
"This is it." She said. "It's got to be."
Krys walked up to the door and gulped. This place was huge. Could this really be the place where her father was being held captive? Krys gathered up her courage and knocked.
One of the men Krys had seen in the ransom video, the taller one, opened the door. He looked Krys over.
"You're Wilbur Robinson's daughter." He said. Krys raised an eyebrow.
"Yep. And you are…?" She asked. Carson waved his hand at her.
"That's not important." He said. "Were you sent here to deliver a time machine in exchange for Wilbur Robinson?"
Krys nodded. "Yes, it's right here." She said, gesturing to the time machine. "Now let my father go!"
An evil laugh came from behind Carson, and Carson moved to the side to reveal James McPhearson. Krys's eyes flashed with anger when she saw her father's kidnapper.
"You!" She said, storming close to McPhearson. "You're the one who kidnapped my father!"
McPhearson laughed. "So you're Robinson's little brat." He said. "I should have known. You act just like your father."
Krys narrowed her eyes. "And proud of it, you big lug." She said. "You have your time machine. Let my dad go."
McPhearson laughed again. "Did you really think it was that easy?" He asked and Krys looked at him, confused. "I was never going to give your father over after a time machine was delivered, because I knew very well who would be the one to deliver it to me; you."
"How did you know that?" Krys demanded.
"I know your father, my dear, and if you're anything like him, this is just something you'd do." He nodded at Carson, who grabbed Krys's shoulders. "And now you're going to end up just like him in another way. Take her away." He said to Carson. Carson nodded and began to drag Krys down the hall.
"You'll pay for this, McPhearson! The TCTF will be here first thing tomorrow looking for me, and when they get here, you'll be in big trouble!"
McPhearson laughed. "Stupid girl," he said. "By the time tomorrow gets here, the TCTF won't even exist anymore."
Krys's eyes widened and she tried to pull out of Carson's grasp, but he was too strong. He ignored her kicks and punches as if they were no more than taps on the chin, and continued to drag her down the hall. Finally, he pushed grabbed her wrist and yanked off her watch, knowing it was built with a transmitter device. He had no idea that Krys, like her fellow TCTF agents, were chipped with tracking devices. He grabbed her backpack and shuttled through it, finally pulling out a flashlight and handing it to her. Then he pushed her into a dark room and slammed the door, leaving Krys with only her flashlight.
Krys pounded on the door. "Let me out!" She said. "Help, somebody help me!"
But it was no use. No one could hear Krys, and she was now alone.
Krys then realized what she had just gotten herself into. She should have known McPhearson would do this, but she had let her stubbornness get to her. Her eyes filled with tears as she realized she had just failed everyone she loved. She had failed her mother, her grandfather, her grandmother, the TCTF, her father, everybody.
Krys slid down to the floor and leaned back against the wall and began to cry. "I'm sorry, Dad." She whispered. "If I had just listened to Mom and my instincts and not rushed headlong into this, maybe none of this would have happened. I'm so, so sorry. But I failed."
With that, the tears came more quickly, and Krys began to sob.
She had no way of knowing that Wilbur and Lewis had already found her missing, and were already taking matters into their own hands to save her and her father, as well as the space-time-continuum, their selves.
I don't know...I wasn't too happy with the ending...any way you think I could make it better, guys? Anyone?
Review, please! Frankie, stop poking me!
-Robi
