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Hoagie Gilligan sat up in his bed, his wife Abby still sleeping next to him. Wait his wife? He looked at her once again his machine worked some what. His variation of Chester's happy headband. He was in his future body and he married his team mate Abby Lincoln, now known as Abby Gilligan.
Quickly he stiffled through his stuff and figured just about everything out. Slowly he got out of the bed and walked down the hall to the bathroom. His daughter Jeanette was humming the tune of Lady Antebellum's song American Honey.
"Hi dad," she said braiding her hair quickly and accurately, her nimble fingures working through her auburn hair. His hair the one she inheirted from him.
"Hi Jeanette," he said and peered at her closely.
"Dad do you have to use the bath room or something?" she asked him and he just shook his head.
"I just have a werid feeling that something strange is going to happen today. Do you feel that way at all?" Jeanette looked up at the air above her head and nodded.
"Something just might be up dad Jeanette doesn't know what it is yet." She said sounding like her mother, talking in the third person. The phone rang and then they looked at the wall clock. It was nearly 6 in the morning, who would call that early? Looking at each other and Hoagie made a grab for the phone.
"Gilligan residents this is Hoagie. Oh hi Nigel-" Jeanette cocked her head. Her dad was making funny faces at the phone, in puzzlement she wondered what he was saying.
"Your kidding, right?" More funny faces.
"No I believe you." Funny faces and interesting noises coming from his throat.
"I believe that, and I'll talk to you and your 'wife' in about 20 minutes." Hoagie looked over at his daughter at her puzzled face. Hoagie then began to laugh. And laugh, and laugh even more. Jeanette looked at him like he was crazy.