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After two months, I'm finally back with a new chapter! Enjoy! 
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Looking at her, Sean commented, “It was heavy enough that you de-aged yourself after that trip to 2035, Doc. Now you’re practically behind your prime.”
“This is a side effect of the paradoxes Joie has created across the universe, Sean.” Angela explained. “It’s hitting me the hardest because I’ve traveled through time more than you boys and even Tannen have.”
“Do you know how young you’ll get, Doctor Brown?” Phineas asked.
“Well, judging from how I bounced from thirty-six to twenty-nine over such a short period, I could very well revert to Sean’s age in less than a few hours. A few hours more, then I’ll be close to you and your brother’s age. After that…well…I just hope there’s a good place to put a zygote in before it dissolves and becomes goo.”
Her depiction of her strange fate could not have come at a worse time for Sean, who saw the pizza he ordered arrive at the conclusion of Angela’s hypothesis. “Suddenly, I don’t feel so hungry anymore,” he said while Phineas and Ferb gathered their slices.
Angela’s lightly touched McFly’s arm with a sense of comfort. “I’ll be alright. All we need to do is find out where Joie was able to get that paradox-permitting device. She clearly doesn’t have the smarts to make it herself, so she had to get some help.”
Phineas considered Angela’s plan of action and made a suggestion: “Hey, Ferb and I know someone who might be able to help us. He actually lives near Hill Valley and has an expertise in time travel. His name is Donald Davenport.”
“Good deal, Phineas.” Sean said. “Can you call and let him know that we need his help in our problem?”
“Certainly,” acknowledged Phineas, before he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “Good thing I’ve got him on speed dial. We collaborate a lot on inventions he uses for his company.”
As Phineas commenced in contacting Donald Davenport, Sean suddenly heard the voice of an angry man shout from behind the counter, “Hey, McFly!” Instinctively, he looked in the direction of the front counter and saw the diner owner – a burly, bearded black man with a stained apron and baseball cap with the name of the pizzeria stitched on it – pointing a spatula his way and yelling, “I thought I told you never to come in late again! You don’t think I’d notice you sittin’ on your butt over there and playin’ Angry Birds!” Sean knew that he didn’t even work at the pizzeria any more than he knew what “Angry Birds” was. The pizzeria owner clearly had the wrong person named McFly. “I’ve got an order you need to deliver now or your butt is fired!”
Sean was ready to tell the pizzeria owner off for talking to him like he actually worked there, but a voice spoke out directly behind him and told the owner, “I’m so sorry, Mister Johnson. It won’t happen again.”
The voice belonged to a girl who walked past Sean’s booth, giving him a full view of her. She was a few years younger than Sean and a Caucasian brunette. At the time Sean caught sight of her, she was wearing white Nike shoes (same brand he wore), a black t-shirt with the pizzeria name labeled on the front, and blue jeans-shorts. The girl, who also bore the last name of “McFly,” nervously walked to the front counter to pick up the seven boxes of pizza that she had to carry out through the front door.
Realizing ahead of time how much trouble the girl would have in getting the door open with the heavy load of pizzas in hand, Sean got up from the booth and rushed over to open the door for her. The girl smiled as she walked out. “Thanks,” she told him. “Now the real trick is getting these in my truck.”
Sean looked outside towards the parking lot of the pizzeria to see a black Toyota Hilux 4x4 parked right beside the DeLorean. The mild condition of the vehicle had shown that it was passed down from owner to owner until it landed in the pizza delivery girl’s possession. “I own a 4x4 just like that one,” Sean said.
The girl chuckled. “Yours is probably in better condition than mine. My father gave me this one. It’s only temporary, of course, until I earn enough money delivering pizzas to get a new one.”
Sean blinked rapidly in surprise upon the coincidences that shrouded the girl – last name of “McFly” and inheriting a Toyota from her father that was the same model as his back in 1996. “Um…I hope this doesn’t come off as a weird question, but…w-who is your father?”
“Sean McFly.” The girl answered. “Why? Do you know him?”
Sean felt his body go numb from the sudden discovery that this pizza delivery girl was in actuality his daughter from the future. He could barely answer her question as he said, “Y-Yeah…H-He’s a friend…of mine.”
His awkward response prompted the girl to look at him for the first time in their exchange, and she then began to recognize him. “You look seriously familiar.”
“Well, I…”
“Sean!”
He turned around to find Angela, Phineas, and Ferb quickly exiting the pizzeria and making their way to the DeLorean. “Davenport says that if we want to meet with him, it’s got to be tonight, because he’s leaving for an important business trip tomorrow,” Angela hurriedly told him. “We’ve got to go now.”
Sean looked to his future daughter, whose eyes impulsively registered shock. It seemed as if Angela calling out his name ultimately clued his daughter in on who he really was. Forced to choose between explaining to his future daughter how a younger version of her father was in 2011 and going with Angela, Phineas, and Ferb to save all time and space, Sean obviously had to pick the latter. The space-time continuum was already in jeopardy as it was, and he couldn’t risk jeopardizing it any further by conversing with his daughter.
However, before he left his daughter’s side, he managed to ask her one quick question: “What’s your name?”
The girl had to compose herself long enough to answer. “T-Teressa.”
He nodded in approval of the name before rushing to the DeLorean and getting inside. Teressa McFly watched her young father leave in the strangely modified DeLorean, feeling more than compelled to follow after them. She took both herself and the seven boxes of pizzas she was carrying into the old Toyota and pursued the DeLorean.
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Chapter Seven: Family Roots
Tuesday
November 22nd, 2011
5:19 PM
With Angela’s current situation, the team was forced to regroup, deciding to arrive just a day before Joie did to figure out what was going on. They went to the pizzeria that had replaced Pete’s Luncheonette in 2011 and sat at a booth to determine why Angela was regressing in age. McFly ordered them a pizza, mainly because he, Phineas, and Ferb were hungry. Food was evidently the last thing on Angela’s mind as she was too focused on the image of the 29-year-old woman looking back at her from the napkin dispenser.November 22nd, 2011
5:19 PM
Looking at her, Sean commented, “It was heavy enough that you de-aged yourself after that trip to 2035, Doc. Now you’re practically behind your prime.”
“This is a side effect of the paradoxes Joie has created across the universe, Sean.” Angela explained. “It’s hitting me the hardest because I’ve traveled through time more than you boys and even Tannen have.”
“Do you know how young you’ll get, Doctor Brown?” Phineas asked.
“Well, judging from how I bounced from thirty-six to twenty-nine over such a short period, I could very well revert to Sean’s age in less than a few hours. A few hours more, then I’ll be close to you and your brother’s age. After that…well…I just hope there’s a good place to put a zygote in before it dissolves and becomes goo.”
Her depiction of her strange fate could not have come at a worse time for Sean, who saw the pizza he ordered arrive at the conclusion of Angela’s hypothesis. “Suddenly, I don’t feel so hungry anymore,” he said while Phineas and Ferb gathered their slices.
Angela’s lightly touched McFly’s arm with a sense of comfort. “I’ll be alright. All we need to do is find out where Joie was able to get that paradox-permitting device. She clearly doesn’t have the smarts to make it herself, so she had to get some help.”
Phineas considered Angela’s plan of action and made a suggestion: “Hey, Ferb and I know someone who might be able to help us. He actually lives near Hill Valley and has an expertise in time travel. His name is Donald Davenport.”
“Good deal, Phineas.” Sean said. “Can you call and let him know that we need his help in our problem?”
“Certainly,” acknowledged Phineas, before he pulled a cell phone out of his pocket. “Good thing I’ve got him on speed dial. We collaborate a lot on inventions he uses for his company.”
As Phineas commenced in contacting Donald Davenport, Sean suddenly heard the voice of an angry man shout from behind the counter, “Hey, McFly!” Instinctively, he looked in the direction of the front counter and saw the diner owner – a burly, bearded black man with a stained apron and baseball cap with the name of the pizzeria stitched on it – pointing a spatula his way and yelling, “I thought I told you never to come in late again! You don’t think I’d notice you sittin’ on your butt over there and playin’ Angry Birds!” Sean knew that he didn’t even work at the pizzeria any more than he knew what “Angry Birds” was. The pizzeria owner clearly had the wrong person named McFly. “I’ve got an order you need to deliver now or your butt is fired!”
Sean was ready to tell the pizzeria owner off for talking to him like he actually worked there, but a voice spoke out directly behind him and told the owner, “I’m so sorry, Mister Johnson. It won’t happen again.”
The voice belonged to a girl who walked past Sean’s booth, giving him a full view of her. She was a few years younger than Sean and a Caucasian brunette. At the time Sean caught sight of her, she was wearing white Nike shoes (same brand he wore), a black t-shirt with the pizzeria name labeled on the front, and blue jeans-shorts. The girl, who also bore the last name of “McFly,” nervously walked to the front counter to pick up the seven boxes of pizza that she had to carry out through the front door.
Realizing ahead of time how much trouble the girl would have in getting the door open with the heavy load of pizzas in hand, Sean got up from the booth and rushed over to open the door for her. The girl smiled as she walked out. “Thanks,” she told him. “Now the real trick is getting these in my truck.”
Sean looked outside towards the parking lot of the pizzeria to see a black Toyota Hilux 4x4 parked right beside the DeLorean. The mild condition of the vehicle had shown that it was passed down from owner to owner until it landed in the pizza delivery girl’s possession. “I own a 4x4 just like that one,” Sean said.
The girl chuckled. “Yours is probably in better condition than mine. My father gave me this one. It’s only temporary, of course, until I earn enough money delivering pizzas to get a new one.”
Sean blinked rapidly in surprise upon the coincidences that shrouded the girl – last name of “McFly” and inheriting a Toyota from her father that was the same model as his back in 1996. “Um…I hope this doesn’t come off as a weird question, but…w-who is your father?”
“Sean McFly.” The girl answered. “Why? Do you know him?”
Sean felt his body go numb from the sudden discovery that this pizza delivery girl was in actuality his daughter from the future. He could barely answer her question as he said, “Y-Yeah…H-He’s a friend…of mine.”
His awkward response prompted the girl to look at him for the first time in their exchange, and she then began to recognize him. “You look seriously familiar.”
“Well, I…”
“Sean!”
He turned around to find Angela, Phineas, and Ferb quickly exiting the pizzeria and making their way to the DeLorean. “Davenport says that if we want to meet with him, it’s got to be tonight, because he’s leaving for an important business trip tomorrow,” Angela hurriedly told him. “We’ve got to go now.”
Sean looked to his future daughter, whose eyes impulsively registered shock. It seemed as if Angela calling out his name ultimately clued his daughter in on who he really was. Forced to choose between explaining to his future daughter how a younger version of her father was in 2011 and going with Angela, Phineas, and Ferb to save all time and space, Sean obviously had to pick the latter. The space-time continuum was already in jeopardy as it was, and he couldn’t risk jeopardizing it any further by conversing with his daughter.
However, before he left his daughter’s side, he managed to ask her one quick question: “What’s your name?”
The girl had to compose herself long enough to answer. “T-Teressa.”
He nodded in approval of the name before rushing to the DeLorean and getting inside. Teressa McFly watched her young father leave in the strangely modified DeLorean, feeling more than compelled to follow after them. She took both herself and the seven boxes of pizzas she was carrying into the old Toyota and pursued the DeLorean.
END OF CHAPTER SEVEN
