"Where would you like me to start?" Meril asks.
"Wherever you want. It looks like we are going to be here for a while." I answer.
He shifts to make himself more comfortable and suggests that we do the same. Derek moves a few of the chairs to create a small couch out of them. I curl up in his lap and wait for Meril to start talking.
"I don't know how much you remember about your past. Do you remember my father, Allen?"
"I'm sorry, I don't remember anything." I said regretfully.
"That's okay." He pauses, trying to decide where to start. "My father and Bernie's father were doctors who helped your father with his time machine.” I glanced at him, wondering why doctor’s would help some random man with a crazy idea. He elaborates a little bit.“They all grew up together in Wisconsin. As littl
