Here's a recap of the story so far since I haven't updated since 2008: Huey found a mysterious book that took him back to 1838 where he was shot by Arthur Wuncler. He just barely managed to escape and used the book to send him to a random year in order to escape. Enjoy!

Chicago- South Side- July 15th, 1984:

A young man of about 25 walked through the streets of South Shore on his way to the 7-Eleven. This man had grown up in this neighborhood and was familiar with all the various alleyways and side streets that would eventually lead him to his destination. Today had been an extremely hot day and this man was heading over to his local convenience store in order to by a Coke.

A police car pulled up to a group of three black men across the street. These men quickly attempted to hide the beer bottles they had been drinking from, but it was too late. The white police officer stepped out of his car and began to reach for his handcuffs. However, the men immediately knew where this was heading so they made a break for it down the street. The police officer quickly got back in his car and picked up his radio to call for back up.

"That pig would have probably tried to arrest them just for being black, forget the booze," the man thought.

The man passed another man sitting on a stoop listening to a portable radio. He was listening to a Hip Hop station, more specifically, the song "It's Like That," by Run-DMC:

"Unemployment at a record high

People coming, people going, people born to die

Don't ask me, because I don't know why

But it's like that, and that's the way it is

People in the world try to make ends meet

You try to ride car, train, bus, or feet

I said you got to work hard to want to compete

It's like that, and that's the way it is

Huh!

Money is the key to end all your woes

Your ups and your downs, your highs and your lows

Won't you tell me last time that love bought you clothes?

It's like that, and that's the way it is...."

The radio suddenly died.

"Cheap piece of shit. I just bought it a month ago," said the man on the stoop.

After a few more blocks, the man had finally reached the 7-Eleven. He walked into the store and headed towards the back, where all the cold drinks were kept in refrigeration. The man grabbed a bottle of coke and carried it up to the register near the front of the store. He then took out the handgun he had tucked into the front of his jeans and hidden under his shirt.

"Give me all the cash in the register and there won't be any problems."

Chicago- Northwestern Memorial Hospital- February 19th, 2159:

Huey awoke in a bed. That's all he was willing to decipher about his current situation at this point due to the pounding in his head. After a few minutes of lying on his back, Huey reluctantly sat up. From what he could tell he was in a hospital room, but none like he had ever seen before. Besides his bed and a few chairs, there was virtually nothing in this room except four shiny, white walls. The only reason he could tell he was in a hospital was that his pillow had the words "Property of Northwestern Memorial Hospital" written on it in small black letters near one of the corners.

Huey also noticed a bit of tension on his left shoulder and right ankle. He looked over at his shoulder and saw that he was bandaged up with some sort of odd tape, odd in that they seemed to be generating heat. Huey could see these bandages because someone had apparently removed his shirt. They had also removed his pants and only left his underwear on.

Suddenly a man walked into Huey's room. Fortunately, this man was dressed in a manner Huey was familiar with doctors looking, despite the unfamiliar setting.

"Well, look who's finally decided to rejoin the living," said the doctor, "You gave us quite a scare, I'll tell you what."

"Why am I here?" That's all Huey could think to say. The circumstances as to how he came to be here were still hazy in his mind.

"You suffered a fairly serious gunshot wound to your right ankle and your left shoulder seems to have been grazed by another bullet. There were also various cuts and bruises about your body, but don't worry, everything's all cleared up now."

While Huey tried to remember what exactly he had been doing to get in such a state, he realized the doctor had just said something very odd.

"How could it all be cleared up?" questioned Huey, "I thought I was shot."

"You were."

"Then doesn't it take time for those wounds to heal?"

"Yeah, about 10 minutes."

Huey finally realized where he was.

"Where's my book?" asked Huey bluntly.

"What book?" the doctor asked with a quizzical expression.

"Didn't I have a book with me when you brought me in here?"

"You most certainly did not."

This statement worried Huey.

"How exactly did I get here?" asked Huey.

"You were brought in by the family sitting outside in the waiting room now," explained the doctor, "It seems that they found you outside their home on Timid Deer Lane lying unconscious in the street. They drove you into the city shortly afterwards and now here you are."

"They're in the waiting room right now?"

"That's right."

"Well, can I go see them?"asked Huey, "I am healed, right?"

"You sure are. Let me just check your vitals."

The doctor touched the clipboard he had been holding and suddenly all the walls around Huey became filled with various statistics and graphs representing Huey's vital signs.

"Everything appears to be in working order," stated the doctor, "But I do have one question. What exactly were you doing to get beat up so badly?"

"I'm not even completely sure what the hell's going on," said Huey, getting out of his bed, "Where are my clothes?"

"I'll have them brought in immediately. We were just cleaning the blood off them and filling in the bullet holes, but they should be ready by now."

"Great."

The doctor left and in a few minutes returned with the clothes Huey had been time travelling in. They looked better than new.

"How long did these take to fix," asked Huey, eyeing his clothes very suspiciously.

"A few minutes, give or take."

"Incredible," thought Huey. He had never seen anything like this before. "If I have time I should look around this year a little, whatever year it actually is."

But first Huey had to secure his way home in the form of that mysterious book.

"See ya, doctor."

"Goodbye, young man. You can check out at the front desk down the hall. The waiting room is just past it."

"Thanks."

Huey opened the door by touching the sensory pad located where a door knob would normally be and it slid into the wall it was attached to. He then walked out of the room.

"Well, that was all pretty simple. I thought he'd at least want to keep me here for another day, but I guess everything moves faster in the future."

Huey walked up to the automated front desk and signed his name on a computer screen built into it.

Luckily there was only one family in the waiting room when Huey arrived there so it was easy to distinguish who his apparent saviors were. However, just then an announcement was made over the intercom. The announcement's sound quality was so clear that Huey seemed to hear the message in his head.

"Last call. Be warned that the next bus leaves in 2 minutes."

"But dad, I want to see how the boy is doing."

"I'm sorry Alexa, but we agreed we'd stay only until the next bus arrives. We are not waiting four hours for the next bus out of the city."

The family consisted of a father and mother in their late 30s. They had one daughter who seemed to be Huey's age. Huey couldn't distinguish exactly what ethnicity they were, though. But before Huey had much time to think on the matter, they got up and left the hospital through the main entrance. Apparently they hadn't seen Huey.

Huey ran after them through the doors that opened as he approached and what he saw when he left the hospital left him speechless.

The hospital was isolated from the rest of the city via a dome-shaped force field surrounding it. But that wasn't what shocked Huey. The surrounding city outside the dome seemed to be in the grips of an all-out war. Men were being shot right before Huey's eyes and their blood was being splattered against the force field, which quickly cleaned itself off.

Hopefully I'll be able to update fairly quickly.