Lady Lucia was about to jump on her horse, when she felt an odd disturbance. Suddenly in the middle of the meadow, there appeared an odd contraption with a man on it.

"Stay back, wizard! I know Merlin!" she shouted.

"Do not be afraid, my lady. I am here to help," the man replied calmly.

"What be thou name, wizard?"

"H.G. Wells, madam. I am not a wizard but from the future. I merely have the progress of mankind and God on my side."

"Thou speaketh the language of the King and yet I find it hard to understand thee."

"I will try to keep my speech simple. I seem to have lost the gadget that translates languages. There is another man from the future trying to destroy your and Mer-El's line."

"Dost this mean I choose Mer-El?"

"No, but I hesitate to tell you too much. Just know your lives could be in danger and your descendents. Where is Mer-El and Lord Samuel?"

"Lord Samuel sits with the Knights of the Round Table. Mer-El be at the castle too, me thinks."

"Then do you mind if I ride with you on your horse? We do not have much time."

She gave her consent and they rode to the castle.

"Prithee, kind sir, may we check first on Lord Samuel?" Lady Lucia asked.

"If you want to know your heart's desire, look for it in your words and actions."

"I do love Samuel more. This will surely break the heart of Mer-El."

"He will find love again."

They walked by the door where the knights were and heard Lord Samuel bellowing orders. They continued to Mer-El's chamber where Mer-El let them in.

"My dear lady, how art thee?" Mer-El asked.

"Thy countenance looks dim," Lucia noticed.

"Tis nothing. I want thy hand in marriage."

"If I may say something?" H.G. Wells interjected. "This is not the way it should be going."

"Silence, fool! I was talking to the lady not thee."

"Mer-El, I have never seen thee so lewd," gasped Lucia.

"I think he has already seen Tempus," H.G. Wells surmised.

Mer-El looked around in great fear. "He may be back any moment. He went forth to find amusement. If we do not submit to his demands, he will surely kill us all!"

"I thought he might have brought kryptonite. I have an idea. You two will get married."

"Begging thy pardon?" asked Lady Lucia.

"I hate it, but I see no other way. You two look just like a pair of your descendents. I can go and get them and have them switch places with you two."

"Thou canst bring our future children here? How far into the future?" asked Mer-El.

"2006. They may not like it, but they would like not existing even less."