Something was not right about this. John could tell that he was in the future. While the stories he had heard about the wasteland that was the future were few, they all described the horror and fear. John could also feel that these people before him were obviously the Resistance. John knew that Derek Reese—his uncle—and Kyle Reese—his father—were both part of the resistance. They both should have had feelings with John Connor before they were sent back in time to fight Skynet. Yet, here they both were, acting like they had never heard of John Connor before today. It frightened John. And then there was the girl.

Cameron had once glitched out and took on the name and persona of an Alison Young. When John had questioned her about it, she had revealed that she was designed to look like a young girl named Alison. This girl standing before John had to be Alison. She looked just like Cameron…or Cameron looked just like her. She could have been Cameron's twin if it wasn't for the fact that Cameron was a cyborg and it was very obvious that Alison was not.

Something had happened when he went through time. Something drastic must have happened in the past after he left. For whatever reason, John did not seem to exist in this day and age.

"Come on, kid." Derek said from behind him. "Let's get you something besides my brother's coat to wear."

Looking down, John felt his cheeks turn red as his embarrassment grew. He had forgotten that he was nude under the coat and tightened his grip to keep it closed. The shock of finding his uncle alive after what had happened at the Weaver home had dismissed everything from his mind—everything, that is, but Cameron.

"Thanks."

The soldiers around Derek were still a little twitchy as John passed by them. They seemed as if they were expecting John to suddenly turn into a machine. He didn't like the feeling he was getting. Somehow, he would have to gain their trust if he was going to find his friend and get back to his mother.

Derek pushed an old metal door open and walked into an open space. The room looked like it was being used as a Forward Operating Base. There were maps and charts scattered all throughout the room. Two long, oak tables were pushed together and had one huge map of the city spread across it. In the corner sat a dusty, military radio with several wires attaching it to an antenna that was probably mounted on the outside of the bunker. Two more doors were located on either side of the room.

"Anderson," Derek said quickly. "Find Corporal Davi's old clothes. He was about the kid's height."

Anderson, a short man with long, gray hair quickly saluted and ran to the door on the left of the room. While waiting for him to return, John was escorted by his father to a chair near the radio.

"You know who I am, kid." Derek said as he sad down on the edge of a table. "We still do not know who you are."

"I told you," John said quickly. "My name is John Connor."

"Right." Derek just nodded his head as he stood up and walked around the room, his scrunched up face showing that he was deep in thought. "Who do you know who I am, John?"

"Your…"John stopped himself from finishing his statement. If they didn't believe him, they would think he was a thief or worse, a Gray. "You are a lieutenant in Tech-Com. I—just a lucky guess that it was you. Figured you guys would be out this way."

"We have been stationed here since the war started." Kyle said with a grunt. "Not a huge secret. Anyone who is part of Tech-Com would have access to our location. Hell, we have been fighting a damn battle out here. Probably have more then a few rumors running around about who we are and what is going on. Boy could have just been looking for shelter and found the nearest safe haven."

Derek looked from his brother back to John. "Maybe. Still, I think there is something you're not telling us."

John could feel his heart beating a little faster. "Please, I'm just here looking for my friend. She and a man named John Henry came this way. I just want to find her and go home."

There was a clicking sound as a lever on the left door popped up. Slowly, it swung open and Anderson walked back into the room holding a black garbage bag. He dropped the bag at John's feet before walking back towards the door that would lead back to the tunnels and the outside world.

Not wanting to reveal his naked body in front of Alison, John dug through the bag until he found a pair of trousers. They were a dark, olive green pair of tactical, army trousers. He quickly slipped these on under the coat before removing it and handing it back to Kyle. There were three shirts crumpled at the bottom of the bag. John picked out what he could only assume was once a white shirt. It was covered in stains and smelt like it hadn't been washed in years. He pulled it over his head. Another soldier held out a pair of socks and boots to John. They were a little big on John, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Kyle, you and Anderson have guard duty tonight. tomorrow, we will move on sectors three and eight. Maybe we can find other pockets of the Resistance there." Derek said after John had finished dressing. "Alison, you are going to watch our new friend here. Until he gives us reason to suspect him of being a Gray, he is going to be our guest."

"Right, LT." Alison said, speaking for the first time.

John watched as the half dozen troops in the bunker began walking slowly towards chairs or the door on the left. It was obvious to John that they were tired and their hope was slowly drying up. Kyle had wandered over to Anderson and the two were chatting about something. Derek had sunk behind the only other desk in the room and was going over some papers. The only one left near John was Alison.

The two of them sat in silence for a while. John was caught in his own thoughts. He wondered where his mother was now. If she survived Judgment Day. He worried over the fact that there was no John Connor in this time. According to all the accounts he had heard, he should be alive and well. In a few years, he would send Kyle back to 1984 to protect his mother. What would happen if Kyle never made it back? Mostly, however, John was wondering what had happened to Cameron.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

John's head snapped up. Alison was sitting on the table across from him. In her lap was a plasma rifle. She was cleaning it.

"Just thinking about my mother and about my friend."

"This friend you are looking for, who is it?"

"Her name is Cameron."