He’s also white with groomed dirty blonde hair and a smile on his whistling face. “Back off gringo this doesn’t concern you,” Raul warns but ...the stranger stops whistling and smiles. “Actually it does, I want him,” the stranger says pointing at me. “Well he ain’t for sale and your business ain’t welcome so turn around and kick rocks before bad things happen to you,” Raul is threatening the man and reaching for his knife in the back of his pants when I see them. One tanned man, possibly Native. It was my last year of high school and who wants to change schools that late in the game, my friends and this is where I grew up. Not wanting to change schools this late is what convinced my mother to let me stay with my dad but one day I woke up and decided I was done with school and never went back. The school would call every day to inform my dad of my absence and I had an excuse about why I missed it even though in reality I just was not going. One weekend my father went to run some errands. I smile and nod my head to the other dancers from the troop. A few older people slide through the crowd with a grace that tells of long years of the same training as myself. A few I recognize form old photos of the Sandle’s. Friends from when they were the same age as myself. ‘Wonderful show the other night.’ I must hear that a dozen times before I can cross the length of the living room. Stepping into the kitchen I see Mrs. Sandle flittering around the kitchen. A less likely looking woman to. If I hadn’t have seen it myself, I wouldn’t believe it,” Fred Upton exclaimed as he sat back down next to his wife. She nodded her head in agreement, and her face showed complete astonishment.“I’ve heard about the lab where you two work and even heard a few rumors about the stuff being done there, but I’ve not heard thing one about you or any true time travel experiments going on down there,” Frank admitted and took a deep swig from a newly-opened bottle of beer.“I’ve heard plenty about you,.