Saralie checked her email first thing the next morning and found one from her uncle. She read it, eyes flashing a sea green, "Saralie, it's good to hear from you!" it read, "I'd be glad to have you live with me. Zoe would like that too. One of my friends is going to come pick you up. His name is Henry Deacon. Henry will pick you up in 10 hours, so start packing Saralie. I have attached a picture of him," Saralie groaned, why couldn't Uncle Jack come get her himself? "Although, you might find a better one on my computer, please don't hack in again. Mr. Stark, the head of technology in our new town was very disconcerted that you hacked into a computer in our town," Saralie started, Stark, she'd hacked into his computer once, made a few adjustments that had in the end resulted in his getting a Nobel Prize. She grinned. She'd get to meet him. "I can't come because I'm the sheriff of our town and I can't take leave from my job. I'm sorry about that, I know that you must have wanted me to come myself, but I can't. Henry will take you on a private jet to our town. I can't wait to see you! I'll meet you when you get into town," it was signed, "Uncle Jack"
Saralie grabbed her suitcase and threw in her favorite clothing first, this included a pair of jeans with a fabric calculator built into the leg she had made the pants herself, a sweater with a built-in MP3 player she had made, the player was waterproof, and a pair of socks that were green, nothing special, she just liked the color. She then tossed in all the rest of her clothes, smiling at how she had fit them all in with room to spare. She the put in her computer, pictures of her father, her passport, she also tossed in her favorite CDs and after a moment's thought she put in a fluffy pink stuffed elephant, it had been a gift from her father when she was three. She sighed, pulling it out and cuddling it. Then she put it back before going to her mother.
"Mommy?" she called, "Uncle Jack invited me to visit him. I'm getting picked up later. Okay mommy?" she asked. Her mother nodded and grunted drunkenly. The room reeked of alcohol and pot. Saralie sighed, "Mommy, I love you. I'll write. It'll be easier for you without having to take care of me. Good bye," Saralie bent down and kissed her drunken mother. Then she left the room and ate breakfast. Saralie brought her suitcase down, pause, took out the computer and looked at the picture. Henry was an African American; he looked like a mechanic from his clothes. He wasn't old, but he had some gray in his hair. Saralie noted the words "Henry's garage" on his grease stained jacket. "Huh. Ten hours from when the message was sent," she checked the time. She had until noon before Henry got there, so she hacked into Stark's computer again. This time was harder, but no match for her custom home made laptop. This laptop she had made herself to be faster, better, and have more memory than any on the market. It was still years ahead and it was five years old.
She looked through his research, noting little errors in his work. She smiled to herself. He would get no where without her editing. She set about fixing his errors, wondering how he kept making these mistakes. Oh well. They were fixed now, but she left a message at the bottom. This is the last time I help you. You need to learn how to do this on your own, Mr. Stark. I have been fixing your errors for years, and this is the last time I'll hack into your computer." She grinned and dug into the computer, wondering what Eureka was and determined to find out.