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Keely was chatting about her big production as she and Phil entered the diner and slipped into a booth right next to the door. Even though it was considered taboo to talk about work on a date, Phil was just happy to be able to be the center of her universe, even if it was going to be only for a moment.

"I'm just going to pick up these folks' check and then I'll be right back to bring you some drinks," the waiter stated as he walked straight past Keely and Phil's booth and made his way down to a booth a few tables down from where they were sitting. Phil kept his eyes on the waiter as he took the check and smiled gratefully when he was told to keep the change. The family crawled out of the booth then and the waiter told them to have a good day.

Keely frowned. While Phil may have been the center of her universe, it seemed that she was not the center of his. "Um, Phil…" she muttered and waved a hand in Phil's face. "Is something wrong?"

"Nah-no," Phil laughed nervously as he was snapped back into reality. "Why would you think that?"

"Because you're looking at the waiter like…like you thought he was dead or something!" Keely exclaimed. "Do you know him somehow?"
They had to bring their conversation to a halt as the waiter walked past them and then made his way over to the cash registrar. Phil's face was glued to the waiter's face once again as he passed, but he returned his gaze to Keely once the waiter had passed by.

"Well, he looks kind of like someone I know...he has to be at least two or three years younger than the guy I'm thinking of, though," Phil insisted as he picked up a menu and started to look over what drinks they had available.

"It could still be the same guy, though. I mean, he is…from the same place you you're from, right?" Keely chose her words carefully so as not to reveal Phil's little secret to any ease-droppers.

"I guess," Phil considered, watching all the while as the waiter multitasked in putting money into the registrar and playing with his cell phone. "I just don't know why he'd be here of all places."

"You could just ask him," Keely suggested, taking a quick glance over shoulder as well. "Wow…you know what's weird? I think he looks a little bit like Ted. I'd say it was his little brother if I didn't know that Ted was an only child."

Phil's suspicions were confirmed with that one condemning sentence. If Keely thought the waiter looked like Ted, then there was no longer any doubt in his mind that a younger version of Theodore had come to Pickford for a part time job at the local diner. Also, there was no longer a doubt in his mind that that old man he'd seen at the bus stop back in the future really did have some problem with him trying to get back together with Keely.

"So are you going to?" Keely asked as the waiter push in the cash registrar drawer and started his way back over to Phil and Keely.

"Am I going to what?" Phil questioned.

"Ask him what he's doing here?" Keely whispered with the waiter now standing only a few feet behind her. Phil didn't have the chance to respond, but if he could have, he would have said that he didn't need to ask.

The waiter asked, "So, what can I get you to drink?"

"I'll have some lemonade," Keely replied.

"And I'll have a…I'll have an Undertaker," Phil requested.

"Oh, sorry, sir, we don't serve hard liquor," the waiter replied. "Would you care for a beer instead?"

"No," Phil replied, "I'll just have a soda."

"Sure, coming right up," the waiter replied and then made his way toward the kitchen door.

"Phil, are you a drinker?" Keely wondered.

"Nah," Phil replied. "I just wanted to see if he knew what an Undertaker even was."
"And I take it's not a type of hard liquor?" Keely questioned.

"No, it's just a popular energy drink from back home," Phil replied.

"I see," Keely replied. "So, did you think he did know what it was?"

"Oh, he knew alright," Phil insisted. With the matter already settled in his mind that the waiter was, in fact, Theodore, Phil's only reason for having ordered an Undertaker was to send a loud and clear message to Theodore that he knew a war for Keely's affections was only just beginning.

And so Phil wasn't the least bit surprised when Ted burst through the diner doors and declared, "Wow, what are the odds that I'd run into you two here?" Surely, Theodore had been warning Ted about Phil when he'd been using his phone behind the cash registrar.

Phil glanced gloomily out the window then and sighed, "Sounds like she had the perfect life then."

Theodore voice suddenly got lower and he replied, "Oh, I don't know about that…"

I don't know if you're on my side or not, Theodore, Phil thought, I don't know if you're trying to help me here or just setting me up for a fall. All I know is trap or no trap, Keely is in danger just by being associated with this man.

Well, I got married today. I'm very happy, so please, whatever you do, don't interfere.

"Phil, you disappeared on me once," Keely sighed. "I'm not going to let you do that to me again."

I won't let myself disappear on you again, either, Keely, Phil thought. But I am going to have to interfere.

"Then why did he have to say it your ear?" Phil demanded.

"I don't know," Keely hissed. "Maybe he just doesn't like it when other people eavesdrop on his conversations and stick their nose into his business."

Yes, Keely, I will interfere. Even if it means making you hate me along the way…