At this point in history, Los Angeles is just a one-horse town. And its docks, if anyone would dare call them that, are just as cheap.

Even so, there's a naval base here. It's not very developed...but it helps soldiers transfer overseas well enough.

Soon, Thomas is on such a ship. His bags are packed. He's got one of the drunkest crews in the navy to take him to Samoa. But then, it's antebellum NAU; what would anyone expect?

The ship is outward bound. Not too soon after getting out there, it starts passing the Channel Islands.

The ship passes San Nicolas Island. Ashore, a legend is about to be born...whether she wants to be or not.

In a shaman's tent on the island, a native woman has an adorable baby girl. In about a decade, she'll grow to become Karana. She'll be stranded on this island, during an evacuation, and will spend years alone on this island before someone from the mainland comes to rescue her. Her marooning will inspire the writing of a book by Scott O'Dell, and the making of a movie.

The transport passes the Channel Islands, and continues its long journey across the Pacific. It's a big ocean. They say there are a lot of islands out there. But of course, no one who's explored it has ever lived long enough, or traveled far or wide enough, to say so.

As much as Thomas dreads it, the transport makes a pit stop in Hawaii, en route. Or rather, Thomas thinks he'll hate it, at the time. But once he sets foot on the dock, he's in for a refreshing surprise.

The girls here remind him of the slaves back at home. What's even better, they don't dress like slaves. They do, but they don't. They wear empty coconut halves over their breasts, and grass skirts...

At home, one of the slaves only served him one pina colada, as if it was a delicacy. Here, in the cantinas, the pina coladas seem to flow like water. As much as Thomas loves them, he'd surely get sick of them in the long-term.

He refreshes himself by swimming in the sea. Ah, how he loves it.

Every now and then, a minor earthquake shakes the island, and makes bigger waves. With luck, the volcanoes won't get too ambitious during Thomas's stay.

He stays the night in a local hotel, just to say he did. He crashes on a bed, in white boxers, and rests happily.

Outside, at the façade, horses draw up a coach. Its license plates spell the word TODD.

Mary, a girl just starting out in her career, dismounts. Bellhops help her in, and with her baggage. She's brought a lot. She's here to meet a man who she's been betrothed to.

The bellhop takes her things upstairs, to where she'll be staying. Alas, nature calls, as soon as he's upstairs. He leaves Ms. Todd, to relieve himself.

Ms. Todd waits. She gets impatient.

She thinks she might remember which room she's staying in...but she's not sure. Certain, she unlocks a certain room, and creeps in.

It's nighttime. Inside, the lights are off. A man's in the bed. He sleeps.

Without another word, Ms. Todd strips of her rags. She crawls atop a man, who she thinks is her betrothed, and compels him to roll over, and kiss her.

"Ah, Abraham," she whispers, in the dark. "How I've missed you..."

They sleep together. They make love.

The sun rises. All over the beaches, the seabirds sing.

Ms. Todd wakes. "Her Abraham" is still in bed with her. He's facing away from her. Gently, she slides off the bed, and makes herself decent.

Quietly, she sneaks out. She heads down the hall, towards the stairwell...

"Mary?!"

Ms. Todd stops. She scoffs...as she knows she's failed to sneak out on her Abraham, once again.

Abraham Lincoln, still a boy, creeps down the hall, towards his Mary. They embrace, and kiss one another in the hall.

"Did you," he asks, "have any trouble, getting here?"

She shakes her head. "Any trouble is worth braving just to meet you," she pecks him on the neck, "my Ab."

"Well, we've got all weekend. What would you rather do first?"

"That sex last night was wonderful," she says, shaking excitedly. "I know it's just morning, but whatever we did last night... LET'S DO IT AGAIN!"

Abraham looks down at her, confused. He scratches his head. "I'm not sure I...know what you mean, Mary..."

She moans, pushes him against the wall, and storms away. "ALWAYS when I try to stimulate you, Abraham! Why do you always have to win, each time you play hard-to-get?! Can't you just be as easy to seduce as a normal man?!"

Abraham scoffs, and returns to their room. "The seasons of women," he mutters. "If only PMS made a calendar to predict them..."

Mary stops in the middle of the hall, and looks around. "Abraham? What room are we staying in?"