Ginger the Hippie-Part 3

A Time Travel Serial

Aug 15, 2025

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Read part two here

"So, Ginger," Chloe said once she had finished her half of the orange. "What can I help you with?"

Ginger blinked, and she sucked the sticky orange juice from her finger tips. "What do you mean?"

'Do you have a place you can go or someone you could call?" Chloe asked, "I'm not sure how much I could realistically do if I'm being honest, but I'll try my best to help you."

Ginger stopped to think about this. She was fifty-six years away from her home. Most of the people she once knew would be dead or living somewhere far away from anything she had ever known.

Only one name came to Ginger's mind, the only person she knew would still be here, right where she left him.

"Do you think you can help me find a phone book?" Ginger asked Chloe.

With Chloe's help, Ginger was able to locate a beat up two year old yellow pages book and searched for one name in particular. She didn't know how, but she found the exact name and home address that she was looking for. Now all she needed was a way to get there.

Chloe strongly advised against Ginger hitchhiking her way to where she needed to be.

"With all due respect, are you insane?" Chloe asked Ginger in alarm. "Getting into a stranger's car like that is extremely dangerous, especially for a vulnerable girl like you. You're going to mess around and get yourself killed."

Ginger found Chloe's reaction strange to say the least.

"What do you mean?" She asked her. "I hitchhike all the time. Nothing bad has ever happened to me."

"No hitchhiking." Chloe insisted. "I have just enough money to scrape us for bus fare. I even have enough for me to come with you if you want."

The two girls rode the bus up the hill into the desert until the bus line could not take them any further. They walked from the bus stop to the red sand of the luxury housing development where the yellow phone book had led them.

Chloe marveled at the sheer size and opulence of the houses."Wow, this is the rich people's neighborhood. Are you sure this is the right place?"

"I'm pretty sure," Ginger replied.

Chloe always seemed to be glancing over her shoulder, as if she were afraid of something sneaking up behind her.

"I'm going to have to split now, Ginger," Chloe said. "It's not safe for people like me here."

Ginger furrowed her brow. "What do you mean by 'people like you'?"

"Homeless people," Chloe explained. "Rich people are a bit too happy when it comes to calling the police on us. Sometimes they even take out their guns and shoot us down themselves."

Ginger winced. The new form this world had taken seemed harsher and more inhuman the more she learned about it.

"I'd love to catch back up with you when you're done here," Chloe said. "You know where to find me."

Ginger nodded. "Thank you, Chloe. For everything."

Chloe grinned, "Don't mention it. It's the least I can do for a fellow wandering soul."

With that, the girls went their separate ways, and Ginger approached the front door of the house she had found in the phone book.

Hesitating only for a brief moment, Ginger knocked on the front door of the house.

It took a long moment for anyone to answer the door, long enough for Ginger to wonder if she had the right house. The door creaked open, and a familiar but aged and weathered face peered out from the crack.

"Ginger?" Marky asked, mouth gaping in shock. "Holy fuck, Ginger, is that really you?"

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