Wyatt unlocked the door and stood by to let Jenna in to his small house. She hadn't spoken a word since they left the warehouse.
"Um, so, I can take the couch if you want to sleep in the master bedroom..." Wyatt began.
Jenna glanced at him cautiously. "The couch is fine," she replied.
Wyatt gathered up a pillow and some blankets for her. "I'm sorry, I don't think I have any clothes that will fit you," he said. She was quite petite, and he considered offering some of Jessica's old items, but those would still be to big for her. And besides, he didn't want to open the drawer he'd left untouched since 2012.
Jenna got settled and Wyatt headed back to his bedroom, dropping his phone and keys on the nightstand. He glanced at the clock and saw that it read 2:17 a.m. Denise said to return to Mason Industries at 9, which gave him about five and a half hours of sleep before he had to get up again. It wasn't idea, but he'd take it.
When he woke up at a quarter til eight, Jenna was still passed out on the couch. She looked so young and peaceful lying there, it made him wonder what threat this girl could possibly post that Flynn thought would help his cause.
He got started making some coffee and eggs when the girl finally rose and headed into the kitchen, her hair looking a bit messy and her eyes not quite open yet. It was adorable and comical.
"I made some breakfast," Wyatt announced as he put a plate out for her on the counter where she sat at a stool. She mumbled a thanks but after several minutes she had little more than push the food around with her fork. It was probably hard to have an appetite when you were kidnapped and placed against your will in a strange time with strange people...
"So you said you're seventeen, right? Do you go to school?" Wyatt asked. He wasn't feeling particularly talkative but he felt bad for the girl.
"Just graduated," she answered quietly. Wyatt nodded and the awkward silence returned.
"Do you have a family?" he tried. The girl nodded and he waited for her to elaborate, but she said nothing else.
"Will they notice you're missing?" he continued. The girl looked up at that and then got a sad look on her face.
"Yes, I'm sure they will," she finally said.
Wyatt waited a few moments before he tried to find out more.
"What are your parents' names?" he asked.
"Hannah and Mateo," she responded.
"Mateo? That's an interesting name," Wyatt said, hoping to get her talking about them some more.
"My father was from Mexico," she said quietly.
Wyatt tried to read her expression as she continued to pick at her food. She still hadn't taken a bite. "Was?" he noticed. "What happened to him?"
"He's dead," she answered. "So is my mother."
"I'm sorry," he said. He considered reaching for her hand, but decided against it. He was already pushing his luck getting her to talk this much.
"Who do you live with then?" he continued, trying to keep her talking.
"My grandparents," she answered. Wyatt nodded and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was close to 8:30, so he announced that they should be heading out and placed their dishes in the sink after shoving as much of what was left on Jenna's plate in his mouth as he could.
When they arrived at Mason Industries, Lucy was already there, waiting.
"Was she okay?" she asked Wyatt. He nodded and told her what little information he'd been able to get out of her, and then repeated it as Connor and Denise approached them.
"Seventeen years old, parents' names, lives with her grandparents. I guess that's something," Agent Christopher said. "We'll run that through the computer and see what we can find."
While they were talking, Jenna had wandered off and was hovering behind Jiya's desk, fascinated by whatever she was doing on her computer.
"Jenna," Connor interrupted, and she jumped slightly. The girl seemed to be on edge, Wyatt observed. Why wouldn't she be in this situation? She was probably still in shock after watching Jiya work on the computer; depending on how far back in history she was from, she may have never seen anything like it.
Jenna hesitantly stepped toward them. "Come on up to the conference room. We'd like to ask you some more questions," Connor said. She looked apprehensive but when Lucy nodded encouragingly at her, she dutifully followed.
Once in the same conference room as the night before, she returned to her same perch.
"Do you have something against chairs?" Connor asked, sounding a bit condescending.
Jenna just scowled at him and didn't respond, which made Connor huff impatiently.
Agent Christopher approached her. "Would you consider allowing us to take some blood to do a DNA test so we can try to figure out who you are?" she asked.
The girl's eyes widened and she immediately shielded her arms and shrunk against the window she was leaning on.
"I guess that's a 'no,'" Wyatt laughed quietly. She was being difficult, which usually would annoy him, but for some reason he found it charming on her.
"How about telling us where you're from?" Rufus tried. Jenna looked at him and her expression immediately softened.
"Texas," she answered.
"Where in Texas?" Wyatt asked.
"A farm," she replied. It wasn't the answer he was looking for but it was still something.
"What kind of farm?" Lucy asked gently.
"We raise horses and rabbits," she responded.
"And you live on this farm with your grandparents?" Wyatt asked. She nodded and then looked away through the window.
Jiya entered the room once more and explained that they were unable to find any match to a seventeen year old girl named Jenna fitting the description she had given of her life so far. She must not be from a recent time, they guessed.
Wyatt wasn't so sure, the girl didn't seem alarmed by most of the modern technology as someone dropped off from the distant past would be. In fact, she seemed familiar with most everything, from fastening her seatbelt in the car to the running water in Wyatt's home.
The girl didn't deny Jiya's conclusions, but she didn't confirm them either. She was still staring out the window when they tried to speak to her again, apparently somewhere else as she made no acknowledgement that she heard them.
Lucy stepped closer to her. "Jenna?" she said, finally getting the girl's attention. "We asked if you have a last name," Lucy repeated.
Jenna seemed to ponder whether this was something she could reveal. After a moment, she said "Santana."
Agent Christopher nodded at Jiya who exited the room probably to go try adding that to narrow the search, as well as the vague info she'd provided about where she was from.
"Are you afraid of what Flynn might do to you if you talk to us?" Rufus inquired.
The girl shrugged. "Only a little," she replied.
"Then why won't you tell us anything?" Connor asked, irritated.
The girl looked at him cautiously, like she was trying to figure out why this man was so angry. "I don't think I should," she finally said.
The team sat in silence for a while trying to figure out what that meant before another computer worked stepped into the room to announce that Flynn had taken the time machine to 1876.
"What's 1876?" Wyatt asked.
Lucy shrugged. "The bicentennial? The Battle of Little Bighorn? The first telephone call?" she listed the possibilities.
"Oh, please let this be about the telephone and not another warzone," Rufus prayed aloud. Wyatt silently hoped the same.