As if traveling in time wasn’t complicated enough, I mean classes are in the 50th century and field work is in the 19th. Now add in things that just aren’t supposed to be there and a cranky old man leading the expedition, well, complicated.
It’s not like I didn’t think other races had been to Earth, but I do believe that humans have forgotten most of it
So Allan and I were looking for a place to set up camp. He kept grumbling about my maps and how hard they were to read. I suppose I should have stayed with the older maps and just appeared to be very clever. It wasn’t easy with Quatermain, he, deeply ingrained with male superiority, and well, students were told not to ruffle feathers of people in the timeline, especially if it wasn’t our timeline. Which is why when they showed up I was surprised he didn’t freak out.
The Cheem, well they originated here on Earth. The Rainforests, but further in the future. We were setting up camp when they arrived.
“I’ve not seen your tribe before,” Quatermain stated, as if he expected them. ” A unique costume, I must say”.
“I don’t think that’s a costume, Alan”
“Don’t be silly, girl, of course it is”. My blood boiled at that but I bit my tongue. And that’s when the Cheem spoke. . . .