9 year old Clover meets ???

   "My head... Where am I?" I mumbled  sitting up. "This isn't home."

   I put my hands in my pockets and turned to walk in one direction. "Jessie? Dad? Pops? Dada!"

   "You look lost. Did you lose your dad?" A voice asked.

   I turned and did a double take. No way. "Dad..?" I asked quietly.

   He made a face. "You must have hit yor head or something. My name's Club. I'll help you if you want!"

   I frowned a little. "I think im in the past."

   He gave a puzzled look. "What?"

   "Nothing... Can you help me find my brother? I was with him.." I pulled my hair in front of my right eye.

   "Sure!" He chirped. "Anything to get me away from this place." He mumbled.

   "Why..?" I asked softly.

   "Slate. He's mean. He hates me and my brothers. So I run away. " Little Dad shrugged. "Hey what's your name girl?"

   "O-oh. It's Clover. " I mumbled.

   "Nice to meet you Clover! " He smiled. "Where did you last see your brother?"

   "The park..." I mumbled.

   "That's this way. C'mon!" he turned to head off.

   "Yeah okay... " I went to follow behind.

   "What does your brother look like?" Little dad asked.

   "He's tall. And hes got black hair. He was wearing a pink shirt, I think.. " I murmured.

   "What's his name?"

   "Jessie."

   "What about your dad? Maybe if you find him he can find your brother."

   "That's not a good idea."

   "Why?" Little Dad asked softly.

   " Nothing... " I murmured. "Hey how old are you..? "

   "10" Little Dad asked softly.

   "What's today?" I followed up.

   "Tuesday?"

   "Tuesday what?" I huffed.

   "The 3rd?" He responded and promptly continued at the look I gave him, "June!"

   Tuesday the third of June. Dad is 12. That means pops is 8. Oh boy.

   "Change of plans! We need to find a boy about my age named Fresh Queen. Lets go!" I grabbed his hand and ran off.