ChapterTen

Andrew stared at the screen, watching his older self hugging his son. The boy seemed very happy with his family. Andrew wondered who was the mother of Eric. If Alyson was the mother, then the boy would have curly hair and a tiny tan.

His older self said to Eric, "Go check up on Aaron and go do your homework, okay?"

Eric nodded his head and walked away.

Andrew asked, "Who's his mother?"

He noticed neither of them seemed surprised by his question. It seemed to them that he caught on, which he did. His older self said, "I don't want to go into details. All I'm going to say is that it was a mess, but it worked out in the end."

Andrew slumped in his chair. He wanted to know what happened, but it seemed he'll just have to live through it.

His older self added, "But Eric is a great kid. You and Aly will love him."

Alyson said with a smile, "It was tough bringing him along during our remaining UTurn tours, but it was worth it."

Andrew smiled. It was a future that he kind of looked forward to seeing.

Amanda asked, "Alyson, when did you stop being a blonde?"

Alyson chuckled, "The moment I saw my hair was completely fried. I was nineteen then, but I'm not going into details either."

Andrew heard a knock on the door. He knew he locked the door when he heard there was a fight outside. He was not about to have strange people coming to him and Amanda.

Andrew asked the couple, "So you're sure people didn't turn into strange people due to this virus?"

His older asked, "Like in those zombie movies?"

"I guess?"

"No, no one turned into strange...beings. Why?"

"We saw some weird looking people at this school."

"Maybe in a distant future? No, the only thing the Rona did was kill many people. It doesn't help we got an orange turd in the White House."

Intrigued, Andrew asked, "Orange turd?"

His older self sighed, "Donald Trump is our so-called 'president.' He's so awful!"

Alyson added, "We already sent in our mail-in ballots when we were living in California. We don't need that dictator taking rights away from everyone, especially women's rights and LGBT rights. That would affect both me and my Andrew."

Andrew was shocked to hear this. He only knew of Trump from The Apprentice TV show, but as a dictator ruling America? That sounded horrifying! He could imagine Derrick having a lot to say about that.

Amanda asked, "Wait, you all used to live in California?"

Alyson replied, "We moved back to Boston to escape the fires. The fires are so bad that the skies are a deep red."

Andrew heard another knock, hearing a female voice calling out, "Andrew! Amanda! Open the door!"

His older self said, "Sounds like someone needs to talk to you two. Maybe we'll talk again. I'll see if I can get Derrick involved. You have to hear what he has to say about the state of our world. Spoiler alert: It's horrible."

Andrew nodded his head. He smiled a bit at hearing his older self talk in a slightly feminine way. It seemed he grew up to fully embrace his sexuality, which he assumed he was still a bisexual.

The Zoom session ended. Andrew walked up to the door. He looked through the peephole, seeing Sapphire standing there, seemingly peeved. He opened the door, and asked, "Sapphire?"

"Andrew John Hawthorne," she began, "what the hell did you and Amanda do?"

Confused, Andrew asked, "What do you mean?"

"We got a rift in the timeline! And you two aren't helping!"