Small house somewhere in America: 2094

Fifteen-year-old Beth Lestrade woke up suddenly. A romance novel lay open on her chest and one of Doctor John H. Watson's journals was beside her on the bed.

"Mmmm...." she groaned, "I've got to quit reading so late. That was the weirdest dream I've ever had."

She yawned and looked over at her bedside clock. It read 2:30.

She groaned again and closed her eyes, but opened them quickly, as images from the dream danced in her mind.

She got out of bed, knowing she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, and changed from her pajamas into a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of tennis shoes.

She opened her door and quietly walked down the stairs. If her brother saw her sneaking out... well she wasn't going to think about that.

As she neared the living room, she heard voices. She slapped herself on the head. How could she have forgotten? Thomas had a date tonight with his new girlfriend, Kristen. She sighed and went back to her room, where she pulled off the shoes and threw them in the closet, then headed back downstairs and walked into the living room.

They were on the couch with their backs to her and so didn't see her. They were sitting very close.

Beth didn't mind this really, but she was a little jealous of her brother. He had no trouble at all with the opposite sex. Of course, lately all the girls he dated ran off as soon as they found our he was raising his younger sister, and had been since their parents died two years ago -- a very large responsibility for someone who was now only twenty. It also didn't help that Beth was an outspoken tomboy.

That was also the reason boys didn't like her. Oh, they respected her and called her friend, but when it came to romance, Beth was the last girl to be considered.

Even though it hurt, she shrugged it off. She had decided she was never going to fall in love anyways.

Again, the dream came back to her, but she firmly pushed it down. That was way too strange to even think about.

She must have made some sort of noise, because at that moment Thomas looked over at her.

"What are you doing up this late, Beth?" he asked.

"What are you doing up this late?" she countered.

Kristen grinned. "Sounds like you've got yourself a handful, Tom," she said with a laugh.

Beth looked at her in surprise. "You knew about me?" she asked, "And you're still going out with my brother?" She couldn't believe it.

Kristen nodded. "I understand that he has responsibilities. That's what I like about him. He actually takes them seriously."

Beth smiled. "I like this one, Tom."

Tom groaned. "I'm so glad you approve. But you still haven't answered my question."

She sighed. "I had a dream."

"A bad one?" Kristen asked, concerned.

"No, just weird," Beth responded, "I dreamed that I got married."

"How is that weird?" Tom asked, "Last I heard marriage was considered normal."

"It was to a guy who's been dead for nearly two hundred years," she answered.

"You're right," Kristen said, "That is weird. So, did you go to his time, or did he come to yours?"

"He came to mine, but I was older."

"Ah-ha, and just who is the lucky guy," Tom quipped, "that I am going to have to beat up?"

Beth and Kristen both giggled. Then Beth said, "It's Sherlock Holmes."

Tom pretended to faint, and both girls laughed again. He sat up and laughed with them.

"You know, sis," he said after they had regained their composure, "you need to take a break from reading for a while."

"That's exactly what I said to myself," she replied.

Kristen suddenly gasped. "Oh, it's already three-thirty, and I have to be at work at seven," she said.

Tom nodded and helped her up.

At the door Kristen said, "Bye, Beth; it was nice meeting you."

Beth nodded. "Same here."

Kristen left and both Tom and Beth went to bed.

Two months later

"We're moving to New London, Beth. It's final."

Beth glared at her older brother. "And what about Kris?"

Tom sighed sadly. "She understands, and I wish you would, too. This job is too important to pass up."

"I understand that, but why can't Kris come with us?"

"Because she has her own job here. She can't just up and quit. They need her."

Beth sighed, knowing this was one argument she'd never win.

Two weeks later, they were packed up and ready to take the transport to New London.

"Goodbye, Tom," Kristen whispered, tears in her eyes, "I'll call you."

"Me, too," Tom answered as he leaned over to kiss her.

But as the years passed, neither of them did.