Pain ripped through his body. John tried tor cry out but his voice was caught in his throat. As the pain reached it peak, John found himself thrown to the hard, concrete ground. Groaning, he sat up and looked around. Mrs. Weever had been quick to create clothes for herself. John guessed that was one upside to being a liquid-metal terminator. He, John Henry, and Alison were all still very naked. Thankfully it was dark out and it looked like the streetlights were not functioning.
John looked around before he began laughing. The streets were filthy but nothing was destroyed yet. There were no massive army of Machines and humanity was yet destroyed.
"What is so funny?" John Henry asked.
"Oh." John said between fits of laughter. "My leg is bleeding, I'm in great amounts of pain, but I'm home!"
"So this is what it looks like…before the war?" Allison stood up and looked at John. "Sir, we need to get that leg taken care of. The bleeding needs to stop."
"All right. Get me up. Mrs. Weever, we need a place where you can work on my leg. Can you find something?"
"Yes." She tilted her head. "Why do you want me to look at your leg?"
"The last terminator who helped my mother and me—before Cameron—had detailed files on the human anatomy. He was able to patch my mom up. I would only assume you had the same files."
She didn't respond. After a second, she turned and began walking away. John thought about calling out to her, but decided against it. Instead, John dragged himself up against the wall of a nearby building. His leg was still a bleeding mess and felt a trail all the way to the wall. Alison followed him and knelt down next to him. John quickly averted his eyes. He felt his cheeks beginning to burn. Alison was very beautiful.
"This leg is going to need attention soon." She said, her fingers moving over the torn flesh. "It doesn't look like the artery was cut. Just the muscle is torn. A few bones are broken. Why don't we call your family? They can help us."
"I don't know what day or even year this is." John shook his head. "Mrs. Weever neglected to share that information with us. Until we know more, we can't risk. Besides, we don't have a phone."
"If you are looking for a specific date," John Henry said as he looked up into the night sky. "In exactly one week, you, Mrs. Weever, and myself will travel forward in time. I could contact your family if you like."
John shook his head. "No. We need clothes and weapons. If we are a week before we jumped, that means Derek is still alive." He grunted in pain. "If we play our cards right, we can save his life. As soon as our doppelgängers jump into the future, we'll make ourselves known."
"Right. Then I will find us clothing and weapons." John Henry said as he then turned and began moving into the darkness.
"Great." John muttered. "Um, Alison."
"Don't worry, sir. I'm not going anywhere." She placed a hand on John's shoulder. "But we do need to stop this bleeding."
