"What a horrible day!" Jules shouted as he locked the door and paced his room. He stopped and tapped his fingers on his deck, wondering what to do. "I can't be grounded! What am I going to do all weekend?" He rubbed his chin as he thought a little more, then a sudden idea came to him.

Chapter Two:

Jules snuck down the stairs on his tip toes, trying not to make too much noise. Clara was cleaning the dinner table while Verne and Emmett were feeding Einstein. He ran past the kitchen quietly, and over to the back room where the time train was kept. When he finally was inside the room where he thought he wouldn't make any noise, he let out a sigh of relief, then he got into the time train.

The room was actually a garage, but they used it for the time train instead of their cars so no one would see it. Jules walked over to the handle of the train, hoping there was no alarm on it. He pulled it open and stepped inside, suddenly feeling excited. He thought of Karla and how much fun they would have if they continued their trip, but then he thought of loosing his parent's trust. He was so mad at everyone that he decided to go along with the plan anyway.

Jules wasn't planning on going back in time that night. He needed to get out of his room, and he wanted to check that everything in the train was working, and working well. He didn't want anything to go wrong on his date. In his mind, it seemed so easy to just leave in the time train, early in the morning, then go to pick his girlfriend up so they could leave. He'd come back just in time to make sure his father never noticed it was gone.

"September 2nd, 1885?" Jules read the dates that were printed in the train. "No, we want to go to... hmm... March 22nd, 1965." Jules punched in the correct numbers of Karla's birthday, but when he was finished it started to blink, then it changed back to 1885. "What? Dmn thing." He tried to change it again, but it was no use. Getting frustrated yet again, he punched it so hard that his hand hurt. "Ow!!! Well, I guess I'll just have to wait until tomorrow, and see if it gets fixed." He started to walk backwards as he looked at the rest of the train, his hand still hurting, but a few steps back he stepped on something he hadn't noticed before and he felt himself start to slip.

"Whoa!" he held out his hands to grab on to something, but the object he held on to was loose and fell to the floor. As he started to tumble down towards a nearby seat he grabbed something else, that moved when he touched it, as if it was a switch. "Uh oh."

Almost immediately he felt the train start to move, but he was stuck beneath the chair and couldn't move. "Well, at least the garage isn't open." He was wrong, however, for the first object he had grabbed on to was the garage opener.

When Jules finally got out of his tangled knot, he leapt towards the window and gasped in horror, realizing he was outside. The train was rising higher and higher into the air, trying to get high enough until it could reach 88. Jules tried to make it go down, but because of his clumsiness, he accidentally made it go faster. "Come on! Come on! Go down, please go down!" he begged and begged but the train continued to fly, and he could see it was already going 79 miles an hour. "I am so going to be killed when I get home...AGH!" Jules was suddenly thrown forward under the seat again as it blasted through time and space, trying to find its way to 1885. "NOOOO!" Jules voice was drained out by the crashing sound as he landed in 1885. At the same time, he hit his head on the top of the chair. From shock from what he had just done and the pain of his head, Jules fainted underneath the seat.

"Little boy? Little boy? Are you all right?"

Jules blinked, trying to see who was sitting over top of him. He could see that she looked familiar, but he couldn't tell who it was. Closing his eyes again, he started to moan. "Mom... is that you?"

"Don't get up yet. I think you hit your head pretty hard." The voice spoke. It belonged to a woman.

"I had a terrible dream... I was having the worst day, then I was so mad that I stole dad's time machine...I... I wanted to go to the 1960s..."

The sweet voice spoke again, putting a wet cloth over his forehead. "Well, I think you can relax now. It's still 1885."

Jules was suddenly wide awake when her words reached his ears. His eyes snapped open and he sat straight up in his bed, remembering what happened. "MOM! Oh... I mean... who are you?"

The woman was very pretty, even though she looked startled. Jules recognized her as his future mom, but he knew he shouldn't mention that now that he was back in 1885 before his parents met. "I'm Clara. Clara Clayton. Who are you?"

"I'm... uhh... M...Marty... uh... yeah... Marty...." Jules felt proud that he named himself after Marty, but he hesitated as he was about to used Karla's last name. He decided against it, for there might be a Carton family already here. "Woodeast."

"Oh," Clara sounded a little surprised, but then she smiled. "Well, Marty Woodeast, you must be very proud of yourself."

"Proud of myself? Why would I be proud of myself?" Jules asked, making a confused look.

"Why, for saving my life of course."

Jules' blood suddenly ran cold. Had she just said that he saved her life? He gulped. That was his dad's job. "I...I did?"

"I am very sorry about your accident, and I'm very thankful that your still alive, but if you hadn't crashed here I would have died!" Clara kept on smiling, but then she suddenly looked around the train, as if looking for something. "Were you on this train by yourself?"

"Uh..." Jules knew he couldn't lie here. There was no other body to show her.

"No wonder you crashed! Now tell me, where did you get this train?" Clara stood up, taking his hand and helping him up as well.

"My dad?"

"Well, I think we should go tell your dad about this train-"

"NO!" Jules yelled out quickly, but he quickly started talking again at the look on her face. "Well, he isn't home..."

"Oh... then I guess we'll have to go to your mother."

"Well, she isn't home either." Jules tried to look uncomfortable.

"Oh..." Clara paused, thinking for a moment. "Well, I guess I could take you ho-"

"Excuse me, I'm happy that I saved your life and all, but do you think you could just take me into town? That's where I was... uh... heading anyway."

"Oh, well, sure. I'll take you there." Clara smiled again, but then she frowned when she looked at the train. "I guess we'll have to leave this here. When your parents come home we'll go back and get it." Jules nodded, but he was only partly listening. He was suddenly afraid. Verne was probably disappearing at this very moment, because his dad and Clara hadn't met yet. He had to get them back together soon, before he went away as well. "I'll have to talk to Marty." He decided, and with his plan well thought out, he listened to Clara's stories about science until they got to town.

Jules took a seat and sipped at the water he got. Next to him was a very good looking girl, reminding him of his girlfriend back home. It never accord to him that she was a past relative of hers- at least it didn't until Bill Sutfinning showed up.

Bill Sutfinning the Fifth was the bully that had always been after Karla and stuffed Jules into lockers. He looked almost exactly like Bill Sutfinning the First, only the First had more facial hair. Both of them were tall and mean looking, and hands that moved faster than pistols.

"Oh, Carton!" Jules could recognize that call anywhere. The Bill from 1997 did the same thing to Karla. And, like Karla, the girl next to him rolled her eyes and muttered, "Oh no."

Bill snickered, just as his great-great-great-grandson would in over a hundred years. He snuck up behind the girl and started touch her in places she clearly didn't want to be touched in. "Get off of me, Bill." She pulled out of his grip and moved another seat over, grabbing her cup on the way. In only a matter of seconds Bill was soaked in the drink she had been drinking. Jules quickly realized that she had dunked her whole entire drink on top of his head, then smacked him across the jaw with the cup.

"Huh. So that's where Karla got it from..." he thought, trying not to laugh. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. Several other people started to laugh, but they quickly shut their mouths when Bill gave them a threatening glance. Jules, however, kept chuckling as he looked down at his glass. Bill turned his glare over to him, but he didn't notice. The girl turned her glance over to him as well, as if she just noticed he was there.

"What are you laughing at, Yellowturd?" Jules quickly looked up, realizing he was speaking to him.

"Uh... me?"

"Yeah you! What are you laughing at.... And what are you wearing?" Bill tilted his head as he looked Jules up and down. Only then did Jules realize he was still wearing his 1997 clothes.

"Oh, this old thing? It's... um... I don't come from around here..." Jules watched as Bill just stared at him blankly. The Sutfinings were not very smart, but the Cartons were, for sure.

"Its all right. I think you look very different, and that's good. At least you don't dress like him." the girl tilted her head over to Bill, who was still dripping wet.

Bill just shook his head as if it was too hard for him to figure out and started to talk to the girl again. "So, Kayla, do ya have my hat made yet? You know I want to look sharp at the dance."

Kayla, just as Karla used to do, rolled her eyes again. "Well, I figured since the dance wasn't until tomorrow..."

"..You'll bring it to me first thing tomorrow?" Bill finished.

"Yeah, whatever you say." She muttered.

"All right." Bill smiled again before he started to touch her again. "Don't bring it too early, I like to sleep in." He turned around to leave before she could elbow him in the ribs. Because of his sudden absence, she fell off her chair and onto the floor, which was still wet.

Jules darted to her 'rescue,' feeling sorry for her. He had always wanted to punch Bill the Fifth in the face, and he would have punched bill the First, but he was too small and scrawny. He would defiantly loose.

"I'm sorry about that creep." Jules said, helping her stand up. He held out her hand and helped her up, getting a flash of Karla through his mind. They both had the wild blonde hair down the their waists, and they both had blue eyes.

"It's all right... um... what was your name again?"

"J... Marty."

She nodded and smiled faintly. "It's all right, Marty, I'm used to it."

"No one should have to get used to that." Jules said truthfully. Through all of the excitement he forgot about getting his parents back together. Only when he saw his dad walk by did he remember. Close behind him was Marty.

"You are very sweet, Marty." Kayla said, giving him a big grin. "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

"Ah... I'm really sorry, I would, but I have to go catch my dad." He gave her an apologic look, then he ran out of the house, looking left and right. "Hey Dad- Emmett... Hey, you with the hat!"