It was July of 2082. a Twenty-Year Old Charlie and his best Friend of Jacques were hanging out together. They were watching some movies. It was the typical Slasher Flick stuff.
"Uh! We do not do that!," said Charlie in annoyance, "I mean we do not go around looking for ’braaaiiiins’, or whatever it is!"
"Hey man! Things change. Times are different now!," was his friend’s reply, "oh and you dropped something."
As Charlie looked down, at his arm that was on the floor he scowled.
"Dammit!," he yelled as he went to pick up his missing arm, "that’s the third time this week!"
Soon they heard a beeping sound at the door.
"I’ll get it," Jacques stated as he went to pause the Mechanical Actors Made Out Of Nanobots, in order to answer the door.
"Yes hello?," he asked at the person who was behind the door.
"Jacque Madisonse?," a female voice asked of him.
"Yes. That’s me," was his reply.
"I’m sorry but I have some bad news."
Charlie could hear the whole thing. His twin sister had fallen ill, and she wanted to spend her last five months with her brother. Since she lived in Europe, those months soon turned to years, as they slowly fell out of touch. Now he was back, and they could reminisce about the good old days.
Back to 2089, our heroes were just talking and laughing. Having a great time. Suddenly it became time for them to go, as the bar they were in, was now closing.
"Well I better go!," Jacque had said.
"Yeah me too," was Charlie’s reply.
Suddenly a living thirteen year old girl came rushing onto the scene.
"Woah woah woah miss!," they could hear the Manager say to this girl, "No one Under 18 In my bar, unless you are undead!"
"Look! There’s no time!," she said in a very distinct accent.
"Wait a minute!," Jacque had yelled out in curiosity and amazement, "Jennifer? Jennifer is that you?!"
"Wait! Jennifer? You’re not talking about Undead Rights Activist Jennifer Heraldo Polinski?!"
"That’s me! That’s who I am!," Jennifer wanted to make her name be out there, and to be known.
"But wait a second!," Charlie had to interject, "I know Jennifer Heraldo Polinski! She’s our friend! And she’s twenty-five years old! Not some thirteen year old little girl! And she alive, so she’s not aging backwards either!"
"So why don’t you tell us who you really are?," suggested Jacque.
"But that’s the thing!," she argued, "I am Jennifer! Look! Something’s going on! And I can’t quite make it out what?!"
"Tsk! Yeah right!," was Charlie’s reply.
"Please! You got to believe me!," was her adamant reply, before she began coughing.
Then to their very eyes, it happened. She got younger. She now looked to be about twelve or so.
Just What Was Happening Now?!
Chapter -4 End