A/N I have been nursing the idea of this fan fiction for a long time, but I hadn't started it because I was currently working on a large original fiction. Well, now I am almost done with that, and I figured that if I didn't start this soon I would never do it. So I am starting. Be warned, this is my first fan fiction that isn't a one-shot, so all constructive criticism is not only appreciated, but needed. Please R&R.
Manuela Santos-Heron opened her eyes slowly and peeked over her flowery bed spread to view her alarm clock.
7:15, I'm running late.
She grudgingly rolled out of bed, and stretched. Oh, how her thirty five year old back hurt. She could remember when gymnastics in the morning was no problem; age was a terrifying thing.
She started her shower and stepped in quickly, wanting to escape the cool bathroom air, but finding out, to her dismay, that the hot water heater's pilot light must be out again, because she had no hot water. Her shriek was followed by a groan as she stubbed her toe falling out of the stall, and a thud as her husband banged on the door.
"Honey? You alright? Listen; I've got a meeting with Wittleson tonight. I'll be late. Joey has soccer practice, and I told him I'd take him, but I can't miss this meeting. Can you fill in for me? It's at four, thanks." She opened her mouth, and closed it again. He didn't even wait for an answer. She heard his footsteps recede down the stairs, and she wrapped a towel about her person.
She started down the stairs with a grim expression on her face. The water heater was in the laundry room, which was on the bottom floor. It was also next to the kitchen which would be full of noisy children getting ready to go to school. She quickly squeezed into the small room and looked around for the lighter with a long stick that they always kept in here.
There it is. She spotted it on a high shelf, and as she reached she heard a bang from the kitchen.
"Cut it out, you guys! I have to get going so if you want a ride get out here now!" Her husband Sam shouted to his children.
"Yeh, we're coming! Hurry up, Lissa!" She heard a thump and knew that Joey must have thwacked Lissa on the head.
"Shut up, Joey! I'm coming!" Manny heard the door close and she exhaled. A peek around the door connecting the laundry room to the kitchen showed something completely undesirable: toppled chairs and spilled cereal.
Oh yes, just what I have always dreamed of: a dirty kitchen before eight A.M.
She swiftly exhaled and lit the pilot light without issue, and slowly trasped up the stairs. She walked into her room, and looked around. There wouldn't be hot water for about a half hour, so she needed to find something to do until then…
She spotted her computer and decided to check her email.
PEA meeting on the 5th... Lissa's recital on the 8th... SPAM...what's this?
She stared at the unknown email address, and almost deleted it. It looked like spam, but something stopped her before she hit the delete button.
She opened the email and quickly read the contents:
TIME CAPSULE RECOVERY
You registered at on May 18th, 2005. You selected that an email be sent to you twenty years after that date. Today is May 18th, 2025. It has been the selected amount of time, and now you may recover your time capsule.
Total Fee: (pre-paid)
Time capsule? What time capsule?
Manny sat heavily on the bed and stared at the computer screen. She pulled the towel tighter around herself and sighed.
She remembered what time capsule.