Once again, Specs did not sleep well that night. She laid in the bed in the room that Robert had given her, staring up at the ceiling. When she had graduated high school, she had been so glad to never have to go back again. She was the girl who always got picked on, who people laughed about. She was the ugly nerd girl who had no friends. Even though this wasn't her real life, and she would be able to go home as soon as she destroyed the plans, she couldn't help but feel a familiar sick feeling in her stomach. And she knew it was not from the time travel.

She must have eventually fallen asleep, because she woke up to Krayonder knocking on her door, saying that breakfast was ready. She groggily got up out of bed and went over to the suitcase that Lang had given her.

She pulled out a lump of pink and frills. "What the…?"

Downstairs, Krayonder held up two jackets, one leather and one letter jacket. "I can't decide whether I want to go for the jock look, or the greaser look."

Robert looked at the two. Robert Wilson was a nice man with one kid who was in college. He had been a little shocked about the mission, but he was adjusting nicely.

"Just be prepared for some trouble if you decide to be a greaser. The police are always watching those kids, to make sure they don't get in trouble."

"Hmm… It might be better to not be followed by cops. You know, low profile and all." he put the leather one on a chair, and pulled on the letter jacket.

Robert looked at the clock on the wall. "You might want to call your friend down, the bus leaves in seven minutes."

"Specs!" he called up. "We're gonna be late, man!"

"I'm coming, I'm coming." her heard her walking down the stairs. "Ugh, I hate the outfits Lang gave me."

Krayonder was too busy staring at her to even register that words were coming out of her mouth. She was wearing a pink poodle-skirt type thing (but minus the poodle.) and a white blouse. She looked… wow. She was really hot. Like, really, really hot.

She fiddled with the buttons on the top. "Stupid thing goes way too low."

Had anyone else been thinking the thoughts that Krayonder was thinking about Specs at that moment, he would have punched them. He would have beaten them into a pulp and made them wish they were never born. He was even five seconds away from slapping himself.

"Alright," Robert said, bringing him back to reality. "What are your guy's stories if anyone asks about you?"

"I'm your nephew," Krayonder said. "I'm living with you because I got kicked out of my old school for hijacking the principal's car."

Specs quickly took a bite of toast. "And I'm your friend's daughter. He's in the military, and his wife is very sick, so you are taking care of me."

"Good," Robert handed them each a brown bag with a lunch. "Have a good day at school! Remember-"

"Low, profile," Krayonder nodded. "I know."

He winked. "Have fun."

They walked out the door. the street outside was full of white, two-story houses with red doors and perfectly manicured lawns. It was the perfect image of American suburbia at it's best.

Specs hated it.

And she hated her outfit even more.

"I look utterly ridiculous," she grumbled as they walked down the street to the bus stop.

"You look great." Krayonder assured her. You look supermegafoxyawesomehot. "And more importantly, you fit in," he gestured to some girls across the street, who were dressed in similar outfits.

"I still could have fit in with something a bit less pink," she crossed her arms.

They got to the bus stop, where a bunch of kids were waiting. They couldn't help but feel a bit awkward. Here they were, legal adults, trying to fit in with teenagers. It was a good thing they both looked a bit young for their age.

"Everybody's staring at us…" Specs whispered.

"Just act like you belong," Krayonder told her. "If you act like you're meant to be here, nobody gets suspicious." he looked over at a group of girls who were standing nearby. He raised an eyebrow at them, making them giggle.

"See? I totally fit in."

Specs looked over at the same group of girls and smiled friendly. But instead of smiling back, they rolled their eyes and turned away.

I looked like not much had changed from 1957 to when she went to high school. She was still a loser.

Well, at least now she was a loser with a friend. That was progress.

The school bus pulled up, and Specs couldn't help but gasp. She knew that a long time ago they has cars with wheels that actually touched the ground instead of hovering, but this thing just looked ridiculous! The only way it even resembled a school bus was that it was yellow and rectangular. It made a loud screeching noise as it stopped.

She climbed on, and her and Krayonder found a seat in the middle. She almost jumped when it started; was it supposed to sound that loud? And when it started moving, she wanted to jump out the window. It was rickety, and it shook with every turn. Now she knew why everybody stopped using cars that didn't hover. If there was a single pothole in the street, she got flung into the window. She was just glad that Krayonder had given her the window seat. If he hadn't, she would've probably fallen into the aisle.

She gripped onto the seat tightly, her eyes clenched shut.

"Whoa," Krayonder said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Are you ok, man?"

She nodded and smiled weakly, even though her stomach was churning.

"Hey," the guy in the seat behind them said. "Are you guys new here?"

"Yeah." Krayonder smiled. "I'm Kray, and this is Specs."

"Swell to meet you. I'm Wesley."

They started having a conversation, and Specs was amazed at just how well he was able to talk to someone he just met and not be awkward at all. And he was completely working the 50's teenage look too, using all the right slang without even having to think about it. He was in his element.

They got off the bus at Ann Arbor High School. The building looked very new, and on some sides of the school the cement on the sidewalks was still drying. Spring Break had just ended, and students were milling around excitedly, looking for their friends. Wesley ran off to talk to someone.

"Kray?" Specs asked, chuckling.

"It's cool. And it sounds more normal than Krayonder."

"So you didn't think about letting me have a different name too?"

"Here's the difference," he smiled. "I wont remember if you went by a different name. You, on the other hand, are smart enough to remember."

She laughed, almost forgetting that she was heading into one of the scariest places for her.

Almost.

They walked into the main office to get their locker combinations and schedules. The office lady was an old woman with gray hair who kept giving Krayonder a scary look, as if she could feel the troublemaker vibes radiating off of him.

They compared their schedules to see what classes they had. They had English, gym, Spanish, and history together. Their lockers were also right next to each other.

"Sweet!" Krayonder exclaimed.

He had math first, and she had science. She really wished she had a class with him first, so she wouldn't have to be alone.

"Wait!" he grabbed her arm as she was about to leave.

"What?"

He grinned. "You're gonna be ok, Specs. Don't worry, 'cuz I'm gonna be here for you." he drew an x over his heart.

She did the same and walked away, grinning like crazy. The little fluttery feeling in her stomach was so weird, but she loved it.