What Might Have Been
By. Tate Icasa
Chapter Three: Leaving
A/n: sorry I had to add this little chappie but. . . .
The Diffy family, and Curtis, sat in the living room.
"OK, family, I rewired the time machine so it'll drive like a normal 21st century RV."
"Great." Pim said, heading to the time machine.
"Wait. Is everybody packed?"
"Here, mom." Phil said, dropping his tiny suitcases on the table.
"Yeah, here." Pim said, putting her's there also.
"Lloyd?"
"My stuff is already in the time machine."
"Alright. Curtis, I've packed you clothes-"
"Curtis bring rock?"
"A small rock." Barb said.
Curtis came back with a handful of pebbles. "Curtis take these?"
"Sure." Barb agreed, pulling a small red suitcase from her purse, "put them in these."
"No! Curtis carry!"
Lloyd sighed. "Come on, let's go."
Barb slid all the suitcases into her purse.
The Diffy's filed into the time machine, and Lloyd drove out of Pickford.