“That’s a transporter, stupid,” said Jennifer. She turned to her mom and crossed her arms. “Did you say they’re gonna pay you for this?”
The agent looked at her very squarely. “We will pay her for this—and very generously.”
“Um….Even if it is possible, I don’t want to go to some old place!”
“We’ll just be there for two weeks,” said Lisa, with an encouraging tone.
The agent said, “Our staff has already secured you a house in the old time. It’s the end of summer both here and there—the seasons parallel, as we can’t seem to control that aspect of time travel. The benefit is that you won’t have to explain why you’re not at school in our time. But in their time and the area you’ll be in, they start a little earlier and actually are a week in.” He looked then over at Lisa. “To look legit, you’ll have to enroll your kids in school: No one can suspect you’re not there to stay.”
“And I s’pose we’re not supposed to tell anybody what we’re doing when we’re there,” said Jennifer.
“Not a word,” said the agent. “If you do, your family will not get paid.” Lisa looked over at Jennifer expectantly.
The agent continued, “I hate to drop this on you, but there is no preparation, as we agreed.” He looked over at Lisa and nodded, who nodded in return. “You leave only with what you have now—you’ll have clothes and everything else you’ll need at the house.” He looked over at Jennifer, who still had her cell phone out in front of her. “And I’ll need all your cell phones.”
“I don’t have one yet,” Casey explained.
Jennifer let out the hugest sigh Lisa had ever heard. “Are you kidding me?”
“They won’t have cell service there, anyway,” said Lisa.
“Are we going to the dinosaur days?” asked Casey, fidgeting around in excitement.
“No,” said the agent, gently sliding Jennifer’s phone over to his side of the table. “You’re going back to the 80’s.” ©Brenna Pierson