Just A Matter Of Time

Jefferson's POV

I don't belong in this world. You might think I'm insane, but it's not that... the story is, I was brought here with my friends. In time travel.

I should be long dead with my legacy, but I'm here... is there any possible way for me to go back to where I belong? I miss my wife, and my kids, and Monticello and Sally...

I miss my legacy I left behind. I miss being the third most recognizable face... I play my guitar, wishing to have the violin in my hands again. Dear lord, if you even exist, can you let me see my beloved wife at least...

"He plays the violin...he tucks it right under his chin..."

I hear, and I look up from staring at my feet. I see our wives--Patty...I see Patty... I want to yell her name but I worry that she is not my Patty.

"...and he bows...and he bows...oh he bows...and he knows that it's high high high diddle diddle--and, goodbye to the fiddle..."

"Patty...?" I call, silently. She didn't hear me, so I yell, "Patty!"

"Thomas...?" I hear her say, and she smiles big, running to me.

I hug her close, once she gets to my arms. "Oh. Patty!" I say. I kiss her, and she kisses back. "My dearest love!" I say when I released the kiss, but I kissed her again. "I've missed you... very much... my love..." I hug her close again.

"Where's your violin, Thomas?" Patty asks.

"This is all I got my love. It's not as high as the violin, but it's as low as a cello, maybe higher than a cello. It's a beautiful instrument..." I explain.

She begins to disappear slowly, "Patty... what's happening, my beloved?! Come back to me! N-no..." I beg, she is gone.

I sit up in bed, feeling water on my cheeks. I'm--crying... P-Patty--she's not here... of course she's not...'course...