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Jᴏʜɴ's Pᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ Vɪᴇᴡ

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. I'd spent the previous day moping around and trying not to puke on everyone I saw, but today I felt significantly better.

I was barely even thinking about Molly now. I felt like I was on top of the world. I got up and went over to my closet, looking for something to wear. I was just getting ready to get dressed when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Where am I?" My blood ran cold when I recognized the voice. I turned around in disbelief.

"Molly?" I asked.

Molly's mouth fell open when she saw me. "I really cannot get away from you!" she said exasperatedly. She jumped up out of the bed quickly, looking around with an anxious look on her face. "Where am I?" she demanded. "Where the hell am I?"

I laughed nervously. "Molly, where do you think you are?" I asked.

She shook her head in disbelief. "I'm not in 1967," she said. "No way."

"I'm afraid you are," I told her, dropping my clothes in the midst of my shock. And to think I was just living my best life without the girl from the future.

"I don't understand!" she said.

"Did you watch that damned documentary?" I asked her with a sigh.

"No," she replied. "I haven't seen that documentary since you left!"

There was a loud knock on my door. "John, hurry up, we're going to breakfast. Remember?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" I called back. When I turned back to Molly, her face was practically white as a sheet. "Molly?" I asked. "Are you okay?"

Her knees began to wobble, and then gave out, and then she was on the floor. I was too shocked to do anything for a moment, then I bent down and shook her lightly. "M-Molly?" I asked.

I was just beginning to panic when her eyes popped back open. "Was that...Robert?" she asked. "Robert Plant?"

"Yeah, why?" I asked her confusedly.

She brought her hands to her face. "Robert Plant," she said. "He's—you know what? Never mind." She sat up, rubbing a spot on the side of her head. "Jesus Christ, you'd think this carpet would be at least a little soft," she complained.

"You want some water or something?" I asked her.

There was another knock. "John!" Robert shouted.

"I'm fucking coming!" I yelled. "Wait outside, for God's sake!"

"You're so damned slow!" Robert complained as I heard him walk away.

"What am I gonna do? Why am I here? John, what do I do?"

She was beginning to panic. I could tell, so I knelt down and placed my hands firmly on her shoulders. "You're gonna calm the hell down and tell me what the hell you did to get back here."

"I don't know!" she replied. "I just read a book and went to bed!"

"Molly...what was that book about?" he asked.

She sighed. "Led Zeppelin."

"Oh, fuck," I said aloud. "Are you kidding me? Didn't you learn your lesson with that fucking voodoo documentary that brought me to the future?"

"I wasn't paying attention! I was...I was so mad! Everyone was telling me that I needed to get over the whole thing, but I couldn't, so I just grabbed the first thing I saw with you on it and read it! I didn't think I was going to end up here, with you a-and Robert Plant. I didn't want this!" Her voice had grown so high in volume that I felt bad for her. She was pissed.

"Well, we need to find that book," I told her.

"Oh, God, what are my parents going to say? I'm missing!"

"Molly, time didn't move for me. Maybe it won't for you either," I told her and she cocked an eyebrow.

"Let me get this straight," she said. "You were in the future for two whole weeks, then you come back here and time hasn't moved at all?"

"I don't know how, but yes. That's exactly what happened."

Mᴏʟʟʏ's Pᴏɪɴᴛ ᴏғ Vɪᴇᴡ

I was so confused. How had it been two weeks for us and none for everyone here? Would it be the same in reverse, or would time continue to move in the future? Would my parents wake up and find me gone? Would it be Calvin? Julian? God only knew. Right now, all I could think of was what John had told me and that damned book. How were we going to find it here?

"Well—," I began, fully intent on asking him the question. "How are we—?"

Behind John, the door flung open, and standing there was a furious-looking Robert Plant. I felt like fainting again. Not only was I staring at John Bonham, now I was looking at Robert Plant too. How lucky was I going to get?

"Holy fuck, John, if you had a girl to fuck, why didn't you just say so? I'll go alone, then."

I let out a dry laugh. "You think I slept with him?" I asked.

Robert looked properly confused. "Why the fuck are you in his room if you didn't sleep with him? And how come I've never seen you before in my entire life? Are you American?"

"Uh—she—uh—she came in later. After you were in bed already. That's why you didn't see her," John answered.

"Well..." Robert began. "Is she—uh—coming to breakfast with us?"

They both turned their eyes on me. "Well, I don't know," I told them. "Either take me or leave me. I don't care."

John stood up. "Well, come on," he told me and I began to lift myself off the ground.

"Wait, why were you on the ground?" Robert asked us. "I suppose that was all platonic."

John found a random pair of pants on the floor and changed into them as quick as he could manage.

"I fell over," I told Robert, keeping my eyes on him and off of John.

"Right," Robert replied as we all left the room. He turned around to face the front. "Wait till the others hear about this," he murmured.