Snippet #2206992

"Brother I am not sure, I believe the old master sealed us away instead of letting us go, that asshole."

"Oh, you've got to be SHITTING me..." he groaned.

One by one, the gears were beginning to turn in Quill's head. The strange house, his less-than-operational state of being...

They were in the future. The far future, by the looks of it. He immediatly begin thinking of the people he had left behind, that they'd all left behind. He thought of Arron's poor sister. He wondered if Arron realized that, but the boy always was good at hiding his emotions...

"Stay back! Stay..."

He immediately whipped around, pointing the long thin dagger at the figure. It was a girl. Not the lavender-haired one he had woken up to, but a different, blonde-haired one. In one hand, she wielded a pan, and the other seemed to be reaching for some sort of future-device. He noticed Arron obeying her command. Oh Christ, could it be? He studied the girl. Sure enough, there on her hand was Arron's ring. He lowered the dagger a bit.

"Quill I suggest you find a good seat we need to talk to our new masters."

He backed up a little, towards his brother.

"At least get her to put that thing away! You know I don't like being threatened, Arron." He said, directing the comment more towards her than his brother.

He then noticed another girl rush into the room, the girl from before. He instinctively pointed the dagger toward her, and then dropped it, almost automatically.