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Jennifer was driving the DeLorean to the cave when, all of a sudden, there were Indians trying to attack her.
'Shit! Indians!' muttered Jennifer, as she was frightened. She quickly drove away. She ended up driving into a tree, unfortunately - and a broken branch from the tree ripped the fuel line. She quickly covered up the DeLorean with some brush.
'Damn,' muttered Jennifer, as she felt like crying. 'Now we might be stuck here forever. What will we do? What will Doc say?'
Jennifer then heard some bees buzzing around her. Jennifer screamed with fright, as she ran away. Jennifer tripped, which caused her to slide down a hill and crash into a fence. Jennifer was then rendered unconscious.
'Jamie!' called out a young man called Mark, as he slapped Jennifer to see if she was awake. 'There's a passed out girl here. Help me bring her in the house.'
oooooooooo
When Jennifer woke up a few hours later, she felt a bit disoriented.
'Mom? Mom, is that you?' asked Jennifer, still half-asleep.
'There, there, now. Just relax,' the woman told Jennifer, placing a damp rag on Jennifer's forehead. 'You've been asleep for nearly five hours now.'
'I had a horrible nightmare,' groaned Jennifer. 'It was terrible. I dreamed I was in the past, and I was being chased by Indians and some bees.'
'Well, you're safe and sound,' the woman said, soothingly. 'Here now in 1885.'
'1885! Argh!' exclaimed Jennifer, jerking straight up. Jennifer was fully awake, now. She sat up in bed, and she saw a familiar looking woman next to him.
'Yes,' replied the woman, 'at the Parker ranch.'
'Parker ranch?' Jennifer exclaimed, stunned. 'Well, you're my... you're my... Who are you?'
'My name is Jamie Parker,' explained the woman. 'And what might your name be, madam?'
'Um, Jennifer Parker,' Jennifer replied, without really thinking.
'Are you related to us?' asked Jamie. 'You do seem to bear some family resemblance.'
'No, I don't think so,' Jennifer replied, not wanting to risk a time paradox. She suspected that these might be her ancestors, though.
'You seemed to hit your head pretty hard, Jennifer,' said Jamie. 'Not too serious - but lucky for you, Mark found you when he did.'
'Mark,' Jennifer said, stunned.
'He's my husband,' explained Jamie. 'You'll have to excuse me, Jennifer, while I tend to Steven. He's just waking up now.'
'Steven,' Jennifer said, with recognition.
Jennifer then got out of bed, and she followed Jamie into the main room to see her holding a crying baby.
'So, this is Steven?' asked Jennifer.
'Yes, that's our Steven,' said Jamie, as she was bouncing the baby. 'This is our little son, Steven Douglas Parker.'
Steven then took one look at Jennifer, and he immediately stopped crying.
'He already likes you, Jennifer,' Jamie said, impressed.
Mark then peaked his head into the main room, as he said, 'Dinner's ready!'
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As Jennifer followed Jamie into the kitchen, she saw a little girl who looked the same way Jennifer did when she was younger.
'This is our daughter, Jessica,' Jamie explained. 'Jessica, this is Jennifer.'
'Hi, Jennifer,' Jessica said, in a friendly voice. 'Would you like a lemon drop?'
'Put those away, Jessica,' Jamie instructed. 'You know you shouldn't be eating candy right before dinner.'
'I'm sorry, Ma,' Jessica said, as she put the lemon drops back into the candy jar.
Then, after everyone sat down to dinner, Mark asked, 'So Jennifer, what were you doing in the field and in this town without a hat?'
'Um,' stammered Jennifer, as she was poking at her meat - which most decidedly looked unappetizing, 'I can't really afford a hat. We're kinda poor, you know.'
'Ah,' replied Mark, 'well, Jamie has a hat that will match your outfit.'
'Really?' Jennifer asked, stunned.
'Yeah,' replied Mark. 'That is a very pretty dress you're wearing. You don't look too poor to me.'
'Ah, well, you see,' stammered Jennifer, 'This was a gift from a dear friend of ours.'
'Ah, I see,' replied Mark. Then, turning to his daughter, he said, 'Go bring me your pink hat from your bedroom.' Then, turning back to Jennifer, he said, 'You can stay the night in the barn. And tomorrow, I'll take you as far as the railroad tracks, you can follow them straight on into town.'
'Thank you so much, Mr. Parker,' Jennifer said, graciously. 'It is so kind of you to let me spend the night with you like that.'
Jame then said, 'Mark, come with me. We need to talk.'
Jennifer felt her heart racing, as Jamie uttered those four dreaded words.
'Sure?' replied Mark. Then turning to Jennifer, he asked, 'Will you hold him for a minute? He seems to be real fond of you.'
Mark gave Steven to Jennifer, then he followed Jamie into the corner of the room to talk.
'So you're my great-great-grandfather...' Jennifer said, as she was bouncing the baby, She then felt something wet on her arm. '... and you peed on me.'
Jamie then came back into the room and gave Jennifer the hat. She then asked, 'So, Jennifer, where are you from? You're not from around here?'
'Thank you for the hat,' said Jennifer. 'Uh, no, I'm not from around here. I came here from San Francisco. I'm here to visit some people.'
oooooooooo
'I don't think we should trust this girl,' Jamie said, skeptically. 'She seems so strange. There's a little something, well, off about her.'
'Ah,' sighed Mark, 'but, Jamie, I think she's related to us, or something. Look how Mark acts around her. He never acts that way around strangers. It's almost as if... she's connected to us.'
'Fine, whatever you say,' Jamie said, with resignition. 'I'm just saying, we should be very careful who we trust.'
'Please don't fret, my dear,' insisted Mark. 'She seems quite harmless to me. Besides, it's the right thing to do. Please, give this girl a chance.'
'Yeah, I guess you're right,' Jamie replied. 'Maybe I am being a little too paranoid. It's been a long day for me.'