Marcia's POV

I thought for a moment. I could never imagine people doing that do their daughter, though I suppose it's not unheard of. Slapping a child on the hand or things alike are natural but her chase seems much worse. 

"Where'd you say you were from again?" I asked 

"Salt Lake City, Utah" She smiled 

"No, you said something about not knowing what year you're in?" I looked her in the eye with confusion 

"Oh, it's weird. I guess I'm from the future" She shrugged 

"That's...interesting?" I was now fully confused and fully skeptical 

"I'm serious, I honestly don't know what to do, what year is it?" She asked

"1964" I smiled 

"Shit" she whispered 

"What were you expecting?" I asked with raised eyebrows

"Not sure" She said bluntly

"Well if you should know, you're also in Liverpool" I smiled

"Wow" Her eyes were glowing with amazement 

"Not that amazing" I chuckled 

"But really, that means The Beatles are here! And you are!" She exclaimed 

"You really are telling the truth" I said sighing lightly 

"Swear to god" Her face was now serious 

"This should be fun" I smiled. 

Written by Hannah