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No way, you thought to yourself. Amelia Earhart helps you to your feet and moves past you. You see her head towards your banged-up plane, looking for something. After watching her, you start to feel nauseous. You sit for a second to clear your head. Despite landing pretty safely, it seems you have a bit of a concussion and a little whiplash. The landing must have been rougher than you initially thought.
As you groan in pain, Amelia turns, seeing that you're back on the ground. "Don't just sit there," she exclaims, "We have to get out of here." She makes her way to you, a bag of stuff in her hands, and helps you up. Hurriedly, you both run into the forest, not stopping for anything.
Half an hour later, she stops, and she sets her stuff down. After looking up at the sky, she turns to you. "We should be safe here for a couple of minutes," she says softly, a little out of breath. You sit down on a nearby log, attempting to center yourself. With all the running you'd just done, the concussion, and whiplash, you were somewhat tired and felt like you would throw up.
How in the world was this happening, you questioned. Amelia Earhart, the famous female pilot who took on a journey around the world, was standing before you! That's not something you'd expect in 2021! How is she alive? Was Fred Noonan, her navigator, still alive? And what about the coconut crabs? Surely, this was some misunderstanding. Instead of asking any of these, you simply asked, "Where would we be safer?"
She turns to you, her eyes examining you. To be honest, if you had dragged a teenager out of a crashed biplane, you wouldn't exactly expect them to wear such odd-looking clothes. Earhart moved towards you, sitting on the log, cross-legged in front of you. "I have a hut not too far from here," she explained, "We should be safe from those crabs, and creatures that saw you land."
Amelia then gasped, and you jumped, a little startled at her sudden noise. "Forgive me, I haven't introduced myself properly!" Getting up, she holds out her hand, "Amelia Earhart, pilot to the Flying Laboratory, at your service."
You stand and shake her hand. "Elena Robinson," you introduced, "pilot of the Hummingbird."
You both let go, and she looks at you in confusion. You follow her gaze, and notice that you're still wearing your leather aviator jacket, slightly ripped jeans, and 'I'm with you till the end of the line' Marvel t-shirt. Looking back up, you notice your acquaintance has moved to her bag. She shuffles around in it, before pulling out a small canteen. As she hands it to you, you notice a fresh scar on her arm. It seems with both have stories to share, you muse to yourself, taking a swig from the canteen.
Handing it back, you decide to try figuring out how all of this is possible. "Do you know what year it is, or how long you've been here?" It wasn't an odd question for you, growing up watching Doctor Who, Back to the Future, and several other movies that went like this. A strange circumstance, a person dressed oddly speaking in some alien-like way, and both of you not knowing what exactly was going on.
You expected to see a look of confusion, surprise, or a quirked eyebrow. At least something you'd be prepared to explain away. But instead, she turned, an annoyed expression written clear as day across her features.
"Yes, yes, I know." She zipped up the bag and slung it over her shoulder. "I know exactly when, for both of your questions, and if you'd like to live to tomorrow I suggest we get moving." Earhart grabbed your hand, and you both started moving again, only this time you two walked carefully, rather than ran.
Not feeling satisfied with the answer, you decided to figure out more. You didn't want to discuss it out in the open, but frankly, you were very confused and still a little nauseous. "If you know what's going on, then would you care to share it? Because the last thing I remember was-"
"Entering the fog and being blasted out of the sky," she finished for you, "It happens to everyone who comes near this place." Glancing back at your shocked face, she continued, "Fred and I were lucky we had made it to shore, but those blasted crabs came out of nowhere. He picked me up and threw me as far as he could towards the treeline, and shouted at me to run."
Amelia stops and turns to you, and you can tell she's holding back tears. "Ever since we crashed, people from different years and places have shown up here, claiming they entered a fog." She then puts on a determined face, "The governments of the world brought us here, what for I don't know, but what I do know is that we're meant to live."
Glancing at the sky, she pulls you with her. "Come along," she whispers, "we don't have much time before the mutiny."
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