"Hello."
I'm sitting on a cot. Made of straw.
"It's good to see you finally up"
Its dim in here, "Where am I?" I ask
The man smiles, "you're in my house. I'm Mr. Collar but you can call me Jack."
I shake his hand and try to get up. I hit my head on the bunk above me.
"Careful now."
I look around, "I'm disjointed aren't I?"
Jack smiles, "Yes. It seems you are."
Do you know where the Miers live?
Jack laughs, "Why he's only my future son-in-law!"
I stop. "What year is this?"
"62 A.F."
"What?"
"After Ford."
I don't know what to say. Pipes are along the wall, I fall back onto the iron cot. "Could you give me in Christian terms?" I ask tentatively.
"Err, let's see about 1955 by that math."
I sigh, glad that that worked.
"So how is Miers?"
"Getting married in September."
"Would have married two years ago if I didn't tell him to wait till Rose was 18. Blessed fellow though." Jack sighed, "he'll make a great daddy someday."
I smile in spite of myself.
He continues, "your lucky I found you, I'm a therapist for your kind. You can stay with me for a while."
I grinning even wider, "Thanks."
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Science FictionA scientist on the edge of a universe shattering discovery, a girl excited for her engagement, a madman. How do they connect? Well, it's a little... disjointed.
