The sun beat down on my neck as the all too familiar feel of concrete sidewalk sat under me. It wasn't the same sidewalk but the area looked familiar. The Australian air was humid and I was glad I wore my short sleeved Eeyore nightgown. My black pajama pants didn't help though, and neither did my sweater. The street was almost empty, not a Margaret in sight. I stood up deciding I'd have to find help myself.
A pay phone stood near an intersection and I ran over to use it. A coin was left in the slot and I used it to call the phone company. I was lucky the number was taped to the plastic receiver. It rang for what seemed like hours until a woman picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hi, uh, I would like to request a call to Margaret Young," I said.
"We don't make calls during the holidays sweetie."
"Then why are you on the phone with me in the first place?"
"That's private business. Besides it would take a long time to find whoever you're looking for."
"Wait! She's related to Malcolm Young from AC/DC, maybe you could find him." She laughed so hard I dropped the phone and it swung from the cord. "What's so funny?" I asked when I got a hold of it again.
"Sorry hun, that's not gonna cut it. You don't actually expect me to believe you know anyone from the greatest rock band of all time. Merry Christmas," she said hanging up the phone.
"Merry Christmas," I said into the tone and hung up as well. "Now what?"
"Having trouble?" a man asked. I kept my eyes on the ground.
"Somewhat."
"I hear you're lookin' for a Malcolm Young. Maybe I can help."
"Yeah, I don't know. He's in this band that's hard to land upon. I don't think you can help," I laughed without humor.
"Try me," he said tilting my face up. I looked up to see Malcolm smiling at me.
"Malcolm!" I shouted and hugged him. He laughed and hugged me back.
"Good to see you too," he said.
"I freaking missed you guys!"
"We missed you too. We didn't know if we'd see you again. Every day we thought maybe you'd come back but..." He laughed again. "Well you're just in time for the holidays. And I know someone who's gonna be exceptionally excited to see you."
"I am too. I feel horrible leaving the way I did."
"I heard about that. He tried to...?" I nodded. "I figured. I'm sorry, I should have told him."
"No, it's perfectly fine. It was my responsibility. Besides you've had to tell other bad news anyway."
"You-you heard? About-Bon?" I narrowed my eyes.
"1980?"
"Yep."
"Yeah, I know. I'm from the future remember?"
"Right. February right after Angus got married." His eyes widened. "Shit, I forgot."
"What's wrong?"
"He's not gonna be happy," Malcom told himself.
"Why, what's the matter?" He looked at me sadly.
"Angus got married. Ten months ago, a week before Bon died." I nodded my head. "Hannah, he's married."
"I know."
"...you're taking this too well." I sighed.
"I knew for a long time that would happen. I'm not happy about it a bunch, but I want Angus to do what feels right to him. If he's happy, I'm happy." Malcolm smiled at me.
"I can see why he loves you. Good kid." Loves? "Come on, you've got to meet our new singer Brian. Oh! And Cliff too! We've got to get you caught up."
