"Okay, so let me get this straight." Aaron said, staring at the teenager with a sweater tied tightly around his waste. The five year old he now knew was his best friend was sitting in the boys lap, watching him with wide, curious eyes.

"Your from another timeline way in the distant future, and you fell through a hole made from an earthquake, and you ended up here, found a child version of Alexander, got shot at by Admiral Howe, and now your stuck in here."

"Well, was shot," The boy gestured to the blood spot on his sweater. Aaron watched him wince at the pain it clearly brought him.

"Yikes. If we get out of here, I'll get you some help. We have a tent."

The boy gave a smile.

Alexander looked up at Aaron. "Who are you?"

Aaron smiled. "I'm Aaron. And who are you two?"

"Oh, I'm Alex! And that's Purple!"

"Huh. Interesting name for a child. Even though you technically are...purple."

"Eh, it's fine. I'm a stick figure, so whatever my name is, I'm stuck with it."

"Sounds more like you were created than born." Aaron said.

Purple patted Alex's head. "I was born. Then I started jumping all over the place and everyone who came across me just assumed that I was created."

"I'm probably going to regret asking this question, but...didn't you have parents to keep a lookout for you?"

Purple visibly winced, and Aaron knew damn well he was going to regret asking the question.

"I did. Then my dad left when I was seven, and my mom died a couple of years later. Went all over the place for about three years before I met my now adoptive father."

"You were seven and your dad left you? Wow. That's a shit parent."

"Yeah...he was."

"Sorry..that was pretty stupid of a question."

"Been asked worse."

"And you had no other family to go to?"

"Nope. They all split up after my dad left, then my mom died, and then years after that, my cousin whose been trying to justify my dad's actions tried to kill me."

"I'm starting to think that your dad was...how you say, a bitch."

"If throwing an already injured seven year old kid into a wall isn't a bitch move, I'm not sure what would've been."

"...Christ."

"Yeah."

Aaron didn't know what to say to the poor kid. He looked maybe fourteen or fifteen, and he had already been through so much.

"How shitty was your family?" Purple asked, staring down at Alex's curly hair.

"They weren't really that bad. They both died, leaving me their legacy, and here I am now."

"Best friends with Alex and a soldier fighting for freedom?"

"Yeah...how did he even...become a child...if you know?"

"I don't. I woke up in the forest and he was calling out for his mom and dad. He's been using the blue coat that I worked around with, but they gave him some clothes."

Aaron felt a huge weight leave his shoulders. So the clothes he'd found in the forest weren't from something worse.

But now he had to get two teenagers out of a British camp and explain to General Washington how his right hand man became a five year old.

"Good God, how am I going to explain this to Washington?"

"My dad's probably worried sick."

Both of then shared a look.

"Adoptive dad?"

"Yeah. Quite overprotective at times, but a better parent than I had in years. He's probably worrying himself to death because I've gone off the face of the planet."

"Hey, don't worry. As soon as we get you patched up, we'll figure out how to get you back to the future...if it's even possible. We don't really have technology that could be of use to you."

"If the British are the reason I'm here, then I think it's best for us to find a way out here and find the tech we need." Purple explained.

Shouts from outside cut off Aaron's statement of agreement, and both shared a glance that meant listen.

Aaron edged closer to the door, having Purple stay back, mainly because Alex seemed comfortable in Purple's lap, and because Purple's injury was clearly not fun. The fabric of his sweater was not going to last with whatever they had to do.

"So your telling me those Americans have MORE random people from the future in their camp?!"

"From the Intel they have gathered, there are four teenagers, and two adults. One seems to have authority type positions, and the other is a clearly overprotective parent."

Purple flinched. King and the others had to have tried to follow him.

They were trying to rescue him.

Purple couldn't wait to see King again. He just had to be worried sick if he had jumped into a time hole just to rescue him.

"Think they're connected to one of the people we have downstairs? Or maybe that five year old and teenager Admiral Howe shot yesterday?"

"I'm not sure."

Aaron's hand reached for his pistol. If they were going to mess with these kids, they were going through him.

"What do we do?" Purple whispered, moving to his feet and pushing Alex behind him, grasping his hand.

"Can you run? I know your injured and all, but..."

"I'll be able to run. Don't worry. I've been in worse condition."

Aaron gave him a questionable look, but dropped the subject. He held a stance against the wall, his gun held tight in his hand.

Here the fuck we go.