''I suppose we're lucky we didn't wind up in anything else in this time,'' Pops stated. As Emma was busy reloading her gun. ''We could have appeared right where the 1984 T-800 was supposed to land.''
''Why are you reloding that now?'' Pops asked. As he watched Emma reloading her gun. ''Just in case I need to use it.'' She replied bitterly. ''And either than that we're trapped in the future. I should have left with Sarah just as I found her. This is exactly something that does not happen in New York.''
Pops just smirked. ''On the bright side. realistate is more reasonable here. I can understand you're frustrated. So...any ideas of how to get back to 1973?'' Emma just rolled her eyes and disbelief.
''How would I know how to get back to 1973?'' Emma snapped. ''Who do I look like Marty Mcfly.'' Pops gave her a confused look. ''Marty mc who?'' Emma rolled her eyes.
''The kid with the lighting and the dolorine,'' Emma explained. ''And they go back in time.'' Pops cut her off. ''Is he some kind of Terminator?'' Emma groaned and rolled her eyes. ''No! Marty Mcfly is not a Terminator he's...'' Emma paused. Knowing Pops was getting more and more confused.
''Never mind.'' She replied. ''Let's just go before...'' Emma paused. As she heard familiar voices talking and laughing. ''Before what?'' Pops asked. Approaching the frozen girl.
''That.'' She pointed out. Pops looked ahead and glared as he saw the 1984 T-800 walking over to the three punks, nude. ''It will be fine,'' Pops explained. ''Besides my older self will take care of him.'' Emma frowned as she watched the scene.
''I don't think he will,'' She replied. ''Look.'' Pops smirk faded as soon as he saw the T-800 grab the punks, throwing one into the gate, while jamming his whole fist into the leader and pulling out the man's heart, making Emma look away in disgust.
''Something's wrong,'' Pops frowned. ''I should be there. I should have saved those three idiots.'' Emma watched as The T-800 began putting the man's clothes on. ''We're in an alternate timeline,'' Emma explained. ''Which means you don't exist.''
Emma began to walk over the T-800 her gun drawn, when Pops pulled her back. ''What the bloody hell do you think you're doing!'' He demanded. ''Saving People, that's what.'' Emma growled. As Pops held her more tightly.
''You cant change anything, Connor.'' He explained. ''Everything always has a butterfly effect.'' Emma frowned but nodded. ''First thing's first.'' Pops said. ''we need to find some clothes.''
''We have clothes.'' Emma stated, watching as the T-800 walked away. ''apparently 70's clothes, or 70's jackets don't appeal in the 80's no do they, Connor?''
Emma just growled and rolled her eyes, before her eyes saw a sign of a small shop. ''We can get our clothes from there.'' She said, pointing to the shop. ''Good eye, Connor,'' Pops admitted. ''Let's go.''
Later...
''Come on, Connor,'' Pops said, as he leaned up against the wall. ''Let's have a look.'' Emma came I out from the woman's bathroom painfully tugging at her new leather clothing.
Pops smirked, and eyed her up and down. ''Now that's more better.'' Emma just rolled her eyes. ''Is this even nessacary?'' She asked. Pops nodded. ''Of course it is, darling.'' He smirked. ''Now let's follow the T-800's trail and see where he goes.''
