[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin opened his eyes to find himself face to face with...with April. On top of him. He gasped and attempted to sit up but was weighed down by the woman's weight on top of him. Weight that he didn't phase through. And she was warm, lor! Was she warm! He could almost feel her beating heart through his jacket. When she got off of him, he sat up holding his head and gave it a good shake for extra measure. He couldn't be dreaming, could he? He had to be able to sleep to dream, and he hadn't slept since 1844.

A quick glance around and the familiarity hit him like a truckload of bricks. “It's...it's home...” he murmured to himself, brought back by a solid poke to the cheek, squishing it in. Turning to narrow his eyes, he stopped his death glare when he realized what this meant and he leapt to his feet, patting his body, “Lor! I'm alive! It's amazing, a holiday miracle! I'm alive!”

But, his eyes widened with the realization, “We might have actually done it. We might have gone back in time...” He grabbed her by the wrist, “Which means that my parents are here, or at least Mother is...and father will be home and you—you---You're from 2017. This won't do. This simply won't do. You need to blend in...and we need to check the date. I could be getting... ehm...murdered...at any moment now...”