Chapter Three

                         Chapter Three
				   The Fever
	After I had dinner I went to bed and fell asleep with many questions
unanswered. How did I get here? How was my family reacting? How do I get
back? And worst of all did this have anything to do with my wishing to have a
new family and life? If it was I was really regretting it now. I had fallen into
some kind of time warp and ended up 120 years in the past. I ended up
eventually sleeping in a light, troubled sleep.
	When I woke up my Indiglo watch told me it was three thirty. Or at
least that was Tulsa time in 1997. It was still dark so I knew it wasn't off by
more than a couple hours. I tried to stand up, up but I slumped on to the floor.
My head ached and I was covered in a cold sweat. I remember that I went
into Billy's room and told him I was sick. He rolled over and said he would
get someone to help in the morning. I went back to bed and slept again. When
I woke up Rosalee was dipping a washcloth in cool water and smoothly
running it over my forehead. When she saw that I was awake she smiled. I sat
up and asked her why she was there.
	"My father's the local doctor. He came here earlier this morning and
said that you have some kind of fever. He knew you needed someone to stay
with you so he had me take the day off from working with my mom to keep
you company."
	"That was nice of you."
	"Well it's much better then sitting around sewing all day while I dream
up ideas for stories that I never have time to write."
	"That's too bad. My brother writes a science fiction novel in his spare
time, we haven't had alot of spare time in a long time. See are..."
I cut myself off knowing none of this was relavent to what was going on in
this time.
	"Is your brother that man that called my dad this morning?"
	"No, my brother is...I'm sorry, but if I try to explain what happened in
the last twenty four hours you'd check me in to Charter."
	"What's Charter?"
	"Sorry, you won't understand unless I tell you the whole story."
	"Well I'm all ears."
	"Well be prepared. You're goning to think I'm crazy!"


Chapter Four

Anne Vanderhorst

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