"Scares me to death actually. I can't imagine being stuck here while I leave Ling in our world, and apparently my unborn child," Tom said. He could feel himself being tugged back to reality. "Well I can feel myself leaving too, right now actually. I'll catch you later," he said. He then closed his eyes felt himself falling backwards, then opened his eyes.

He found the light was new of early morning. He rolled to his side looking at the digital clock with red lit up numbers. 6:30 a.m. He sighed, he had gotten back in time. Quickly getting out of bed he got dressed for work, a dirty white shirt and torn up jeans, teaching art you could always expect some mess if not a lot. Passing by the kitchen quickly, Tom kissed Ling in happiness at seeing her again and the thought of their child.

"A little early for that kind of kissing isn't it?" Ling asked.

"I guess so, but we need to talk at dinner tonight," Tom said grabbing an apple and running out the door. Ling smiled lightly and placed a hand on her stomach, 'He finally figured it out,' she thought taking the fish out of the oven and starting to eat it.