Marvin and Deanna tried comforting the young girl who was inconsolable with her current situation. Curling up in Marvins lap the elderly man rocked the young girl to sleep before placing her in the spare bedroom.
Wilma groaned as the morning light now shone into the room. Stretching Wilma now looked things over.
The room appeared to be a combination of both a boy and girls room, which sytuck her as odd. Hopping off the bed Wilma examined old trophies thay had appeared to have been won years ago by the elderly couples son. Opening a closet Wilma saw a collection of girls clothing neatly arranged. Finally she noticed a collection of toys in the corner of the room. A surplus of cap guns, baseball cards and dolls layed neatly arranged, ready to be played with. Rubbing her head Wilma now gazed at her appearance in the dresser mirror.
Wilma winced as she gazed at her appearance. The girl was her when she was seven originally. Wilmas hair hung just past her shoulders which framed a young gace with wide innocent brown eyes. The blouse she wore was comically overly large, exposing one of her shoulders while hanging to mid shin.
Sighing she now tried to stand on tiptoe to get a better look at herself, finding she was too short to see a full view of herself in the dresser mirror. Finally grunting in annoyance she turned away from the mirror, noticing a set of clothes laid out on a desk. As she looked the clothes over she realized Marvin and Deanna must of put them out for her. Not wanting to be stuck in her too large blouse, Wilma discarded it, quickly changing into the borrowed clothes. Looking herself over she sighed. She now looked like a typical seven year old girl.
Having changed Wilma made her way to the kitchen to find Deanna and Marvin eating breakfast. "Thank you for the clothes," she said shyly, surpeised at how high and thin her voice sounded. Marvin turned and smiled at the girl, pulling a nearby chair out for her.
"Not a problem," he said warmly. "We had quite a few clothes from when out granddaughter visited. I figured you would rather have jeans and a tshirt than some frilly dress."
Wilma nodded, she never really liked dresses and appreciated a fresh set of clothes. "Yeah was never really a fan of dresses, " she said sullenly. "I was a bit of a tom boy growing up."
"So what now then Wilma," Deanna asked. Wilma shrugged sadly as she swung her legs under her chair. "To be honest I don't know," she said. "TransDem is probably looking for me and the device. Chances arr they would try to get rid of me if they found me."
Deanna and Marvin gave the girl a look of concern as she ate her breakfast. "So what will you do Wilma," he asked.
"Im going to need a new identity for starters," she said. "Thankfully it shouldnt be too hard. I spent 15 years as a CIA operative before I started for TransDem 3 years ago. I was always good at finding a way to slip through the cracks and disappear."
Wilma paused as she looked herself over. It seemed ridiculous to evwn be talking about her years of wcpwriwnce whwn she looked like this. No one would believe her when she looked like an elementary school student. What was worse was the effect the chronovac seemwd to be having on her. While she still maintained her adult intelligence and memories, she felt emotionally like a little girl. Her mind went back and forth between trying to figure things out for herself and wanting somwine to help her with the most basic task like any child. What was worse her finding necessary survival tavtics to be boring. Wilma wanted to run and play like any child, a longing that seemed to be growing the longer she remained like this.
"Sorry," Wilma said sheepishly shaking her head. "I..I dont want to bother you with the details. You've already done so much for me."
"It's okay," Deanna smiled. "To be honest you've been a joy to have. It's......well, we haven't had any children in the house since..." Deanna trailed off as her and her husband now wiped their eyes.
"How long," Wilma stated, wanting to know what she already suspected.
"Maybe a month," Marvin said flatly. "Our grand daughter Amanda and our son passed away in a car accident. We're still trying to come to terms with it."
Wilma rubbed her chin thoughtfully as an idea began to form. "So you have no problem lerring me stay," she asked.
"Of course not," Deanna said quickly. "Your welcome here as long as you wish. I couldnt just let a young girl wander the streets alone."
"Can I use your computer," she asked quickly.
Deanna and Marvin gave Wilma a curious look before nodding. Quickly Wilma lept from her chair, sprinting to the laptop in the next room. "Im gonna need an hour or so on this if its okay," she smiled. Deanna and Marvin nodded, giving eachother a confused look.
For Wilma the process was simple. The fact that she resembled Marvin and Deannas granddaughter made it a perfect situatio. After almost two hours of work she smiled, saving the changes and printing out the paperwork for Deanna and Marvin to see.
"So I know your curious about what I was up to," she said happily. "Like I said I used to be a CIA agent, my specialty was concealing my identity."
Deanna and Marvin nodded as Wilma handed them some paperwork. "Right now TransDem is looking for me, the adult me. I need a new identity and this seemed like a good fit. That is if your okay with it?"
Marvin and Deanna gaped at the young girl as they realized what she was considering. "Wilma are you saying what I think your saying," Marvin whispered.
Wilma smiled as she looked at the elderly couple. "Yeah," she grinned. "Id like to be your granddaughter Amanda."
Marvin and Deanna looked shocked as they gazed down at the young girl. The couple ran a gambit of emotions before breaking inti a wide smile. Before either knew what they were doing the couple now embraced the young girl in a tight hug. "I think thay sounds like a wonderful idea," Marvin said happily.