Donald was taking the news fairly well, considered he'd only passed out once. After he'd woken up, he wanted to know more about the future. He wanted to know if anyone found out about their bionics, if they'd had their first mission and what it was like, everything. Most of which, they couldn't answer, for fear of changing something.

And Eddy was annoying as ever, soon discovering he couldn't make them cry anymore, now that they were teens. You see, when they were young, in the past, err, present, or whatever, while they were four, he loved torturing them, and even more so when he succeeded in making them cry. But he found they weren't nearly as easily scared. But he was determined to annoy and irritate them.

"Davenport… can we please go upstairs? Or do we have to stay down here still?" Bree asked. She knew that Tasha had been the one to convince her father/creator to let them live a normal life, and he didn't marry her for about ten or eleven years from now, so would they still be permitted that freedom.

"I let you guys go upstairs in the future, right?"

"Of course! Bree's even got a boyfriend." Chase said that last part teasingly and laughing slightly as his sister turned bright red, his intended result.

"He's not my boyfriend!" she protested, her face feeling like it was on fire.

"Oh yeah? Then why'd you kiss him?" Adam asked, finding it amazing that a human being could turn that shade of scarlet.

"He kissed me! And it was only on the cheek."

"Sure... anything you say, Bree. Whatever helps you run faster." Chase said, still smirking, not believing a word of it. There had been gossip going around school for a whole week about those two after the dance. Not that he really cared about that kind of thing, but with super bionic hearing, he tended to hear everything that went on around him, whether he liked it or not.

"Guys!" Donald interrupted. "I guess if I let you go upstairs then, why not now? It's not like you'll listen anyway."

"Um, excuse me?" Bree said, offended. "We happen to listen to every little thing you say, we were programmed that way. And you even made us an anti-lie app."

"So it's impossible for you guys to lie?"

"Well, to you. And we can resist it if we try hard enough, unless you say the activation code. Then we've got no choice." Chase said, his siblings instantly clamping their hands over his mouth as he realized he'd said too much. Way to much.

"What are the activation codes?" he asked with an evil, sly, and slightly giddy smile.

They tried to keep their mouths shut, clamping their hands over their own mouths, struggling to keep the answer in, but the app eventually won. "389S02J." Adam answered.

"419M35Q." Bree said, instantly shutting her mouth with her hands, not caring (at the moment) that the fast movement may have broken one of her nails or chipped her polish.

"184I59F." Chase concluded.

"Oh guys, this is gold!" Donald said, scribbling it down on a piece of paper. He made sure to get them exact, just in case his futuristic kids managed to keep their willpower up and fight their programming. Plus, he knew they'd find it annoying that they always had to tell the truth, and he couldn't wait to try it out.

"So can we?" Bree persisted.

"What? Oh yeah, sure. But stay inside. I don't know if that's 'in'" he made quotation marks with his fingers. "Where you come from, but you guys look ridiculous. Apparently, there're some major fashion changes in the future." He said.

"Alright. But I am not wearing something like that." Bree said, stepping into the elevator.

As they went up, she closed her eyes and leaned against the side, sighing through her nose. "What's the matter, Bree?" Chase asked.

"It's just… this is all so weird. I never expected us to be the world's first time travelers. Stoppers of an off course train? Sure. But time travelers? It's almost too much to handle."

"Just be glad we didn't end up in the jurrasic period or something." The youngest lab rat said. The older two cocked their heads to the side, and he sighed, rolling his eyes. "Time of the dinosaurs."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh." They both said, while Adam as an afterthought "What's a dinosaur?"

"Never mind." Chase said dismissively as they stepped out of the elevator and into the living room of the house. Not much had changed. Maybe a little different house set up, but not much else. The walls were painted differently, a darker tan than the normal cream they were used to. Bree strolled over to the kitchen area and started tossing some fruit into a blender.

"What are you doing?" Chase asked.

"Hey, if I'm gonna have to spend time in the age of hippies, I want to at least look good. And plus, I'm craving strawberries." She answered with a shrug, and put in a few more strawberries, then quickly chopped up a banana, her super speed making it only a couple of seconds. She ran off to Florida for a moment, returning seconds later with a ripe mango.

"Why didn't you just use this one?" Adam asked, holding up a cantelope.

"Because I wanted mango, not a melon." She answered in a 'duh' tone. She put a couple slices of mango in, put the top on the blender, and started it up. "You guys want some?"

"Sure, why not?" Chase shrugged, while Adam just nodded, not really paying attention as he turned his attention to the TV. She poured them each a glass, then came over to watch television. "So what are we watching?"

"A horror movie, what else?"

"Does it at least have some romance in it?"

"Don't worry, Bree." Chase said, popping the movie in and showing her the cardboard case/slip cover. "It's a romantic horror, good enough for you?" she nodded in approval, then zipped away to put some popcorn in the microwave.

The movie was basically about a couple taking a cruise for their honey moon, and having to sail straight through the Bermuda Triangle, and multiple creepy things happening.

Bree was crying multiple times throughout the movie, but neither of her brothers were sure if it was because of the 'oh so beautiful' romance in it, or the fact that she was scared silly. Probably both. Afterwards, they began to wonder how their selves were doing in the future, and how Leo and Tasha and Davenport were coping. Leo was probably enjoying it, most likely loving the fact that he was bigger than them, hence assuming he could push them around (playfully, of course). But he should keep in mind that they were stronger, smarter, and faster than he. They wondered how long it would take for them to loose their tempers and turn on him, or if they even got along with him at all. So many questions, and yet zero answers…