"There's something strange about the way they write those comic books," Jessica started, pulling the bag over her shoulder as she climbed onto the back of Daniel's motorcycle. She knew she wouldn't lose it. She'd held onto it during a lot worse than just a bike ride, after all. "It said something about me first showing up in ninteen seventy-seven. That just... doesn't seem right at all." Even though when she really thought about it, it did sort of have a seventies feel back when she first woke up from her stasis.
But that wouldn't make any sense, would it? Thirty-three years consolidated into roughly a decade or so? God, then there was the fact that there seemed to be comic books about her life in the first place. Yeah, that sucked. Way too many people were going to know way too much about her.
Maybe Jessica would be able to not think about it much. Not likely. Pushing the line of though aside for the time being, she wrapped her arms around the younger guy to hold on. "I'm ready when you are."