Linda & Bart
Linda had obviously missed all of the zipping he'd been doing and the e-mailing, because she'd taken an extra thirty minutes. She was sure Bart wouldn't die, and apparently he hadn't because when she turned around there was a strange man in her kitchen.
This would've been alarming if she hadn't recognized Bart's speech pattern, excitable tone, and his hair color. Really, everything was just fine except for the fact that he'd had a massive growth spurt.
Her jaw dropped and so did the plate in her hand. This was TERRIBLE. Didn't he come from the future to stop the growing? The thought of him being dead by the end of the day really almost made her start crying. "Bart," her expression was clearly worried. "Bart, maybe you should sit down."