~Lady LibBethty of the Murican Isles~

Rain.

For some reason, she'd never known of a time that it cut to the bone like in this moment. Long brown hair, once neatly curled, now found itself plastered to the edges of her cheeks, as loose tendrils danced wildly in the wind. Her thoughts became lost in flashes of the past, like childhood photos in a disarrayed mass on the bedroom floor of her mind. The figure before her shifted slightly; she knew everything about that him, even the details about his narwhal martini glass tattoo. Or rather, that was then. The person it front of her now? Of that she couldn’t be sure.

Fist clenched in tight balls on either side of her frame, knuckles white from the pressure. “I told myself I wouldn’t be angry the first time I saw you. That I’d simply ask how you were doing and be on my way…but I can’t! Not after what you did…what you said….” . Face drenched in the storm, there was no way of telling if tears found an escape to the surface.

"Cut, Cut, CUT! First of all, but this is the filming of Back to the Future. Not some telenovela! Secondly, just who are you and how did you even get on my stage?!” The director threw his script dramatically into the air while gesturing for security.

Eyes flipped between the shadow and the impeding guards, the water now shut off from the taps above. Awe, hell. Grabbing his arm, she made a dash for the future car, tossing him in the passenger seat before climbing in on the other side. Throwing the keys in the ignition she began ranting, “This is all your fault you know. You couldn’t be found at a park or McDonald’s like a normal person. Noooooo, had to be on a movie set.” Reversing she whipped the vehicle around landing mere inches from the director’s chair. Rolling down the window, she threw a cup of water in his face. “We were having a moment, thank you very much!”

Stick in drive and foot heavily on the gas, wheels screeched reluctantly against the concrete floor. Busting through the garage opening, the pair disappeared into a cloud of dust.

"You know that I adore Back to the Future and damnit," he tossed one of the hover boards he recovered on set at the floor, "I have no idea when I would have had this chance again, but thank goodness I got a souvenir."

As the Delorean sped off stage, Meri's mind raced with so many thoughts in regards to the path they were on. It truly hope we can find the answers she seeks, lord knows it will put her at ease. What if we can't find them though? How could I possibly comfort her?Why the fuck does this Delorean have the ability too... his eyes whipped to Beth and he said...

"Beth", with much concern, "How much gas does this bad boy have? If we plan on using it, as it seems to be the tool of this time to transport us to our next location, we need to make sure we have enough fuel to do the pushing we need!"

It was such a strange happening when Beth and I stumbled upon this time travel. After much research, a few 80's style montages, and a visit to our local computer we discovered strange time traveling conduits. These items were all different, but associated with the time they existed in some manner. The correlation between the item and some sort of "time travel" was the kicker. Thankfully, our first stop could end here, at ma favorite movie. The future may be a bit more clouded with discovery of those items.

As Beth kicked it into high gear and the guards were left trailing off in the distance, I began to scan the horizon for a gas station of sorts. "If we stop, I am getting a god dang, limited edition, 80's Soda, for the road ya hear?"

A dramatic sigh escaped pursed lips as hands flew into the air, the car taking a hard left through a wormhole only to come back on the road they were originally travelling mere moments later. No doubt he would comment on it; he'd always been such a baby. "Don't blame me if we run out of gas! If we'd only landed on a Fast and Furious set we'd have had all the fuel we'd ever need...Van Diesel himself! But nooooooo," placing a knee firmly against the wheel for steering purposes pale hands moved to the air making exaggerated quotation signs, "'Back to the Future in the Past, Beth! The Past!'". In truth, she didn't mind so long as she got to use the hoverboard to blast over the Nazi Regime.

Sliding one hand back to the wheel, the other caressed the dials on the radio searching for a familiar jam and thank God not the edible kind. She'd been there and done that Alas what this shindig needed was some Bon Jovi living a little on a prayer, and they were a year too early. Why they came this far back she truly didn't have a clue. How is coming here going to solve not remembering? What if this is all a game to him and he doesn't care at all? Trying to ignore the voices in brain she should get that checked out she shook her head as if to dismiss them entirely. Hearing the sweet tunes of Wham! insecurities were suddenly replaced with a sound somewhere between singing and shouting.

"WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO GO! CAUSE MERI'S MOM IS SUCH A HOE HOE"

Dust flew behind the futuristic car, almost as if scurrying away from the questionable driving. Realistically, it was more like the smoldering cloudy essence of pollution, thickening as it embraced the fresh air...choking all life. Either way, very scenic; as one could imagine.

In about fifteen minutes the car found itself pulling into a questionable gas station. Leaving Meri to pump, Lady Beth bounced down the concrete, flinging the glass door of the store open before heading straight for the snack aisles. If they wanted to survive this life altering, character developing, future cryfest they would need sustenance. This obviously came in the form of beef jerky, chex mix, arizona tea, and candy. So enveloped in the vittles, Bethlehem did not notice the cashier watching her Every. Single. Move.

Tick.tick.tick went the meter on the pump as he watched the numbers roll by. Meri pump the gas, meri have a better plan, meri help me get all my memories back. Woman you are family to me, I want to do everything to figure out what occurred and whe . Sadly all we have is some weird watch that lets us k ow when and where we are that we got from that old fella that sold gremli s and our can do attitude.

Meri's eyes wandered toward the xonvience outlet that was next to the gas pump. That girl better be getting me my trail mix or...who is that? In the store were three people that all resembled the fella on the neighborhood watch signs. Cloaked out and even holding newspapers to cover there faces. On top of that the cashier was acting shady and had...was that one of this time turnera from Harry Potter on his neck?!?

Thankfully, the pump was finished off and so was Meri with this situatio. As he strolled into the shop he walked up next to Beth and gave her a friendly nudge. "We need to get to the choppa," doing Arnold proud with his impersonation. They had decided that old movie quotes might be a good signal code for shit is about to go down.

Through the corner of her eye, Beth watched as Meri mumbled to himself pumping the gas, unable to stop herself from smiling. Picking up an extra bag of trail mix she carefully made her way to the register in a poorly executed balancing act, arms loaded with goodies. She barely made it to the counter before the mass tumbled in disarray, hands instantly attempting to straighten them all out by food types before offering an apology. Grace wasn't her forte. "You needn't worry about that miss," the warm voice caused her head to snap straight, finally taking a moment to consider the man in front of her, "a pretty thing like yourself. I can let it slide."

The soft sound of items beeping in filled the void as the young girl did her assessment. Tall and lanky, the figure appeared to be in his late 20s. Dark hair, slightly unkempt, drifted over pale blue eyes. Plastered on his face was a simple smile, the kind that didn't tell the whole story like the prelude of a novel. Overall, she decided he seemed harmless. Unfortunately, she couldn't deny the slight twinge in her stomach.

He seems familiar.

Shaking her head, a small laugh escaped her lips at the thought. Gah idiot, you are back in 1980; you haven't even been born yet! Such a dummy dum dum. "Still a scatterbrain," the voice drew her back in with odd words. Still? "Or rather, I mean you look like the kind of girl who can get lost in her thoughts. Sorry if I'm being presumptuous. The man's smile perked a little at one end, as if smirking to some inside joke. Bluegreen eyes wandered down to a nametag, Hello, my name is Matthew. The next few minutes were spent with small talk as the last of the drinks were scanned and bagged.

"We need to get to the choppa." Turning back to her old friend her head cocked to one side. That was their code for crap hitting the fan. Leaning back to peak outside she scanned for cops, atomic bombs, or alien invasions. Left with confusion her eyes turned back to the man behind the counter handing him the cash. In taking it she watched as Matthew's facade faded for a split second to that of disdain, an icy glare to the maneagle. As quick as it came it left, making Beth question if she really saw anything at all. Peeking back at Meri, she doubted he noticed a thing. Pale blue eyes redirected themselves at her with a hidden humor behind them, that fake smile perfectly in place, pale hand holding her change. "I hope you find what you're looking for. Be seeing you again soon."

Heart skipping a beat she grabbed the coins from the outreached hand slipping the plastic bags over her arms. "Th..thank you." Grabbing Meri's arm she pulled him out the door, bell rining in their wake. Once safely in the parking lot, she playfully nudged him, running to the car and swinging open the passenger door. "Nose goes on driving!" Stop being paranoid you ninny!

Sliding into the seat she set the bags on the floor, looking at the change in her hand. Touching the bronze coin with an hourglass on either, she rubbed her thumb across the surface before shoving it deep into her pocket.

Seeing you soon.

She definitely wouldn't be telling Merbear about this.

"Hurry up you slowpoke! The future waits for no man, only women! Plus I'll eat your trail mix without you"

God damnit, woman. thinking to himself as he slid across the hood to the passenger seat. Eyes were stuck on the cashier inside. As fate would have it, so were his. Stuck in a battle for what seemed like hours between the two all he could think about was, There has to be more like us going through time. I just don't understand what the fascination with Beth is? Why would they go all this way to try and stop us from our goals? We need to figure out what her past linked too.

Snapped back to reality, oops there goes gravity...wait...there fucking goes gravity?!?! Without missing a beat he began to float from the car. Hand latched onto the door handle he shouted to Beth, "I am either, literally, head over heels for you or," the door began to swing out for him to climb in, "One of those wiley coyote looking bastards in there knows a thing or two about physics. To the point they can mess with this shit."

Scanning up and down on the dashboard he desperately needed to find it. "Where is it, where is it, where the fuck is it." This may just be a prop to those not on this journey, but for them, it was a true blue time machine. Just like the movies there was a, "Flight switch!" Hitting the switch, the car began to float up higher with the wheels turning into the hoover modules from the movies.

"Beth, step on it, some crazy shit is about to happen and I don't have enough toilet paper to deal with this whole mess!" Every step they took, every breath they let slip from them, was another stride down the rabbit hole that was this mystery. We need to dive deeper, we need to attack from, "The inside! Beth, we need to find a way to get to Inception! We need to figure out from within what the hell these weirdo's want!"