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Chapter 7: Back From The Future
Suddenly, Greg's eyes snapped open. He sat part way up, but was stopped by a sharp pain. He turned and looked at a bewildered Sara who was sitting by his bed. She started to say something but before it could escape her throat he leaned over, ignoring the pain, and hugged her.
"What—" she started, but he cut her off.
"I heard you," he said excitedly. "I was in my living room, and was all confused. And then you called me. The phone rang and I wondered who would call me in 2012, 'cause everyone was gone. But it was you."
She stared at him like he was out of mind. "What? 2012? What are you talking about?"
He smile slowly faded. "I'm not really sure. I was sure I was there, but apparently I was here…sure as hell not in Kansas anymore…" He faded off into muttering, then looked up abruptly. "How long have I been out? What's happened? Where is everybody?"
"Calm down," she said softly. "You've been in a coma for two weeks. Nothing…major…has happened. Everyone else is at the lab, or out at scenes…"
"Everyone else?" he asked suspiciously.
"Yes…" she said uncertainly.
"Oh good," he said calmly.
Eventually, he told her the entire story, from the beginning, of where he had been for the past weeks. Of course, he had to tell it again for everyone else when they came by to see him.
Before long, he was back in his own home, where everything was as it should be. There was not seven years worth of dust on everything. But, someone had done the dishes.
A/N: Ahh, my first completed fic. So, what did everyone think? Please review on the overall story, but be nice. I have low enough self-esteem already.