"Mommy, we don't have any peanut butter."

"I bought a jar last week, Lynn.  Look for it."

"It's all gone."

"...You ate all of my peanut butter?"

Something about the situation seemed off to Janie.  Was this really her daughter?  The five year old resembled the teenager, but she was only eighteen.

"I'm sorry."

"Eat some bread."  Janie said, shaking her head.  This was an occasion where her memories felt like they were spinning around in a blender, and reality felt as thick as pudding.  This happened occasionally, but recently it was happening more and more.  "Eat some bread"

"When are we getting real food?"

"Um...  tonight?  We'll get fast food."

"That's not real."

"It's food."

"Can we have tacos?""

"I'm a vegetarian, sweetie."

"Please?"

"Okay."  Janie made a note to call her Father- someone she barely knew was alive, and ask him if he knew anything about raising a kid.

Dawn:  wake up, tidy bunk, bathe, help prepare breakfast
Morning: run perimeter of compound, exercises,  clean kitchen
Lunch: clean dishes
Afternoon: Lessons (History, weapons, survival)
Early evening: clean dishes, peel yams
15 minutes free time
Sunset: Bed time

Clocks don't work very well in her world, so time is measured by the sun and the days don't vary very much.  She's young, and until she is older they do not intend to change her routine any.

for all interaction in thedressingroom, Janie is a thirteen year old orphan,  and has lived in an African military compound since age 8, where her Grandmother runs an organization that is structured a lot like a 'time police'.  There are 15 others in the group, not including her Grandmother, eight males and seven females.

She is a natural time traveler, but is not yet mature enough to have control over where and when she goes, unless using a machine.  The others in her group are programmed to rely on the devices.

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Janie happily waited on the swings for anyone who wanted to be her new friend. She was in a strange place where she could meet anyone and everyone, but it was something she was used to. She didn't even have to be afraid anymore, and she was changing time and place.

Would she ever stay in one place, and be able to call it home?

Name: Janie Louise Potts
DOB: 5/15/1914
Place of Birth: Eatonville, Florida
Parents: Robert Taylor, Ella Mae Morton
Lives with : Sarah Potts nee Morton, Alonzo Potts, Franklin Potts (age 13)
Abilities: Spontaneous time travel, reads at approx 3rd grade level, simple math, climb trees, swim, fish, simple building

Short Biography: Ella Mae Morton was fourteen years old when she had Janie. She was unmarried and her family tried to hide her and the child from friends and neighbors. Ella claimed the father of the child was Robert Morton, a man from up North who was on an extended visit, and who wanted to take her away to live in a better place.

The family traveled up North, not heard from again until Janie was eighteen months old, and ended up at home of Sarah and Alonzo Potts. A note was left in her basket, explaining that the family was coming on hard times and would fetch Janie when things were better.

Spontaneous Time Travel : First manifested at eighteen months of age, when she ended up on the doorstop of Sarah and Alonzo Potts. Details of the trip are unknown. At five years, she disappeared for a week and returned speaking a few words in French. She claimed to have visited her Grandmother. Latest travel at age nine.

It is unknown how she manifested these abilities, or how she would be able to control them. (Further study will reveal that it is a stress/fear reaction where she is sent to whatever the safest place for her will be)

Known Travel:
January 4, 1923 to January 15, 2009 - discovered in a wooded area
January 20, 2009 -?? (eventually returns to 2009)

"Janie Louise Potts, you get in this house right now!"

The little girl looked down at her already scuffed Christmas shoes and backed further into the trees.  Mama would be mad if she saw the scuffs.  Shoes were a lot of money and she was supposed to wear them to church on Sunday.  Her dress was dirty and her stockings were torn; Janie Potts was in trouble.

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