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Chapter Six

April 5, 1968
12:00 PM

"We met our grandchildren. They’re our age," Rose stated with an odd lack of emotion.

"Uh-huh."

"Christine looks almost exactly like your cousin."

"Yes, she does. We’re in a lot of trouble, aren’t we?"

"One might assume so. Doc isn’t going to be happy."

"We haven’t screwed any up yet, I guess."

"Yet."

"Well, if we weren’t going to get home, Christine and Gary wouldn’t exist."

Just then the telephone rang. After several rings, Jack finally picked it up. "Hello?"

"Jack?"

"Yeah." Rose moved in closer so she could hear.

"It’s Doc. Sorry, I was out trying to get hold of more plutonium. We have just barely enough to get you home, and a certain event occurred yesterday, which might have adverse effects if either of you obtain knowledge of it."

"What? Do they sell plutonium in drugstores now?"

"No, I had to go to more drastic measures, but no worry, no worry. I have it now. Wait there. Don’t leave the house, and we’ll get you home by tomorrow. I just have to make a few repairs and figure out a few new functions, but you’ll be all right." He hung up.

"We’re going home." Rose smiled.

*****

Meanwhile, back in 1912…

"If they were able to get back, they would’ve been here by now," said Jules.

"But if they weren’t able to get back, Jen wouldn’t be here," argued his little brother. "Maybe they got back, but they’re lost."

"They’ve been gone for ten minutes. Where could they be?" The boys’ mother was pleading with their father in the next cabin. "They should have been back immediately."

"We should wait just a little longer. Give them another ten minutes, and then we’ll do something, but just another ten minutes."

*****

"Should we tell him we left?"

"No," Rose answered him.

"That was quick."

"Well, if we’re going home very soon, we’ll be fine, and he won’t find out. Nothing bad happened yet. Like you said."

"Except for being chased by gang of thugs that make life hell for our grandchildren and nearly being caught by some schoolmaster, knowing that something awful and apparently newsworthy happened yesterday and we can’t know about it, and either we find out and do something stupid, or we spend our whole lives wondering what happened on April 4, 1968…I could go on."

"I never thought you’d be one to worry like that."

"I’ve been in over my head most of my life, but this is the only time I haven’t enjoyed it."

"Sorry to ruin your fun."

"I never said I was bothered because I wasn’t having fun. We just have a big problem on our hands."

"The problem is being solved."

"At this very moment we are not home. The problem has not been solved yet. We were supposed get off together when the ship docked, but that didn’t happen, and I won’t be at ease until we’re back in 1912."

"It was your idea to leave the house."

"I’m sorry, okay? This just isn’t registering with me."

The doorbell rang. Rose stormed off towards the door to go answer it. It was Christine. She had two little children with her. The girl was about two, and the boy a few years older.

"We got you a couple of books with some general information in them. It’s not much, but it was the best we could do."

"Oh, thank you," Rose said, pretending to forget her fight with Jack. "The fact that you did anything is remarkable." She took the books from her granddaughter’s filled hands.

"No problem. Just helping out the new kids. Couldn’t kill us, and I like you guys. Ow!" The little toddler in her arms had latched onto her hair. "Linda, sweetie, please let go of Chrissie’s hair. That hurts very much." Linda giggled and squealed, but complied with Christine’s order. "Baby-sitting."

"Would you like to come in?"

"Sure. Thanks. Is Doc home?"

"No, not at the moment."

"Hey, Jack!" She came in, put the toddler down on the couch, and freed her hand from the little boy. Little Linda looked up at Jack with curiosity. Jack smiled at her, and she smiled back.

"Chris, I have to use the toilet." The little boy tugged at Christine’s pants.

"Hold on a minute. I gotta take Dave to the bathroom." Christine and Dave disappeared into the bathroom.

Jack watched Rose with anticipation as she paced and forth with the books, not opening them. She eventually set them down and sat next to Linda.

"Ouch!" Linda yanked down Rose’s hair and was examining it. Rose giggled with the little girl as she tried to free her locks, forgetting everything else for a minute.

"Careful. She’s got thing about hair." Christine had emerged from the bathroom.

"I’ve noticed."

Christine picked Linda up again and signaled to Dave. "Sorry, we’ve got to go. I’ve gotta have these two back home by twelve thirty, and I can’t be late. Mrs. McFly’s got the third kid coming, and she’s having the craziest mood swings. My sister Nancy’s having a baby, too. She’s even worse."

"Mommy’s gone nuts," Dave commented.

Christine just shook her head. "I’ll see you guys around." The goofy threesome skipped out moments later.

"McFly?" Jack turned to Rose.

"Marty. Sister?"

"Jennifer."

"Shit." Rose sighed.

"You said shit."

"I know."

"I’ve never heard you say that before."

"Do you want to check the books now?"

"No."

"Let’s do it."

"Right." Jack picked up the first book, one on sunken ships. He sifted through the pages until he found the one on Titanic.

They read the first few paragraphs silently and stopped.

"The most famous shipwreck of all," Rose whispered after a moment.

"Fifteen hundred people. One thousand five hundred."

"Not enough lifeboats."

"The Californian saw the flares and got the distress signal, but didn’t respond."

"Mothers, fathers, children."

"And we knew them."

"It was yesterday, and now it’s just some text entry. Some little historical note." She barely got the last words out, and her voice cracked awkwardly.

Jack closed the book and pushed it off the table, taking the other book and an empty glass with it. He drew Rose closer to him, and held her tighter and tighter until they were crushing each other, faces pressed into each other's shoulders, with loud, painful wails.

The absurdity of their unique situation had distanced them from reality. It only took few simple facts on paper to bring it all rushing back. The result was agonizing and unbearable.

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