Erin

“John, I want you to meet Erin, my great-great-great-great-great-great-great granddaughter from the future.” Earl beamed with pride.

“Forgot a ‘great,’” Erin said. She was sprawled on Earl’s couch eating Cheetos and watching reruns of Dexter’s Laboratory.

John was speechless.

“She forgot to bring money from this era,” Earl explained, “and all she has are Galvarian Credits, so she asked to crash here.”

“Galvaria is America (burp) in the future,” Erin added.

“Right,” said John, then taking Earl aside, “Have you considered she might be lying?”

“I considered the possibility,” Earl said, “But you know they say fact is stranger than fiction.”