"Woah" you said as you witnessed something that you didn't know you wanted to see. One of your moms' closest friends, the one with probably the most interesting background from her youth as a famous dancer, and your babysitter back then. Her height and her bronze-like skin were already giveaways, but your image of her was of a pudgy woman with a big booty. This 18 year old version of her looked like a knockout, the complete package. A fit, toned body with generous assets on both sides specially in the back and a radiant face that could easily captivate anyone. You had seen some pictures sure, but they didn't do her any justice. How was she just a dancer and not a supermodel.

"Blaise, dude, we better hide for a bit" Raphael warned you

"Sheil-" you muttered and cut yourself in time remembering where you were. You better not reveal anything about who you are, fearing to mess the timeline and erase yourself from existence

"She? That's Sheila, she's um.. a friend" Raphael shrugged

"A friend?" You gave your dad an amused glance, unable to resist. You knew the anecdotes after all, and being sent 22 years in the past meant it made sense he had doubts.

"Yeah, a friend that might think we're bugs. Let's hide" Raphael said in a deadpan tone, which helped you remember to not tempt fate. You just nod and follow him to a safe spot under the bed, feeling the tremors caused by the giantess steps around the room.

"Where the hell did he go? He told me he was going to be in his room" Sheila said with an annoyed tone "I will try to call him"

"Hey, can't she help us?" you ventured, not wanting to stick around here for too long. Too dangerous.

"I'm not sure, she's.. the troublesome one" Raphael said, this time you decide to not tease him about it.

"But you have your phone right? if it works you can talk to her and tell her where we are or to bring someone else" you suggest

"yeah, about that-" a loud shrill of tones that sound like the mexican hat dance along with a vibration on a nearby nightstand answer the question for you

"You didn't have the phone with you? Come on" you complain, finding the easiest route to solve this problem blocked now.

"Why would I? I was charging it before I went out until you ruined everything" Raphael answers back with a tone that reminds you who you're talking with, not only because of the tone of his voice but also because of his reasoning that makes you want to stop arguing, you never did well arguing with your father in the past and it seems you weren't going to start doing it now.

"Right.. ok.. sorry. So now what?"

"We can wait, or try to reach her some way. Miriam is supposed to come soon too but Sheila might just tell her I'm not here" Raphael said more to himself. You understood his hesitation but decide to play dumb for now

"Well, we need the help.. what do you suggest? I um.. do not know these people" you shrug. You didn't fear Sheila, the version of her you know was a person you could trust, but in a way this wasn't your world so you decided to defer to the person who knew better.

What happens next?