Jane sat thinking, her legs dangling over the edge of the treehouse roof. Tora had gone off to look for her father, Tarzan, and she was left alone to have some peace and quiet. Turning her head, she looked up at the treetops, the truly beautiful and perfect world she was now a part of. Far away from the busy, noisy, organised life that she used to lead which was England, here was the endless jungle, the cloud-high mountains, the stretching beaches, the deep blue ocean and, above all, her family, that was here. She could not ask for anything more.

       Unfortunately, she was just about to get a lot more.

       "MOM! MOM WHAT HAPPENED?" Jane jumped as she heard what sounded like her daughter's voice resounding through the forest.

       "Tora? Tora where are you?" She called, carefully sliding over the roof and onto a thick branch. She looked around, hoping for a clue as to where her daughter was.

       "MOM? MOM GET OVER HERE NOW!" Jane frowned, as she turned to face the direction of the shouting.

       "What has gotten into her?" Jane thought angrily at the rudeness of the voice, and taking a vine she swung off after her. Coming to a clearing, she looked down towards the small figure standing alone on the ground.

       "Tora, whatever has gotten into-" Jane began. Then she noticed Torrance fully.

       "Tora, what on earth are you wearing?" She screamed, staring at the T-shirt with a monkey from mars on it, and the long baggy trousers and sneakers.

       "What do you mean what am I wearing? What in hell are you wearing?" Jane looked down at her clothes, thinking about what people would say or even do if she were to wear them in England. She blushed, then snapped out of it. This was Africa!

       "You've never had a problem with my clothing before. Where did you get those from?" She said, gesturing non-approvingly towards Torrance's trousers. She looked down.

       "Don't you remember, Mom? Dad bought them for me when we went to Venus over the summer."

       "He…did?" Said Jane, thinking that the girl might have a few screws loose. "What was wrong with your old clothes?"

       "Ha, you can hardly talk Mom. Look at what your wearing, I mean what's with the cave man outfit anyway?" Jane gave her an odd look.

       "I don't know what game you think your playing young lady, but it's gone far enough. You're coming back with me to put some normal clothes back on!" Jane took Torrance by the wrist and started pulling her towards the treehouse.

       "Mom get off me. GET OFF ME OR I'LL SCREAM!"

       "What has gotten into you? If you don't come with me now, I won't be letting you out of the house for three days!"

       "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH! Screamed Torrance, kicking at Jane and lashing out at her with her free hand.

       "Mom? What's going on?" Called Tora, appearing on the scene. Then she saw Torrance. Torrance saw her. Jane saw both of them.

       Silence for a few moments.

       Then Jane screamed even louder than Torrance had. Dropping the small girl's arm, she stumbled back a few paces, her eyes flicking backwards and forwards between the two identical girls, then her shocked expression changed to a vague smile, as she keeled over in a stunned faint.

       "Look what you did to my Mom!" yelled the two girls in unison.

       "WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU CAN'T GET HER BACK?" Yelled Tarl at the cringing lab-assistant, who was busy feebly pushing buttons. Janet stood sobbing into a handkerchief, gibbering about how all this wouldn't have happened if she had just taken Torrance home when she wanted to, and about how she was probably all lost and scared, about to be eaten by a dinosaur.

       "Well, we've made some progress." Ventured the assistant gingerly.

       "WHAT?" Shouted Tarl, turning eagerly.

       "We've worked out that she travelled back about one thousand one hundred years. It's the year 3000 now, so……she is in the year 1900."

       "What was this area like in that year?" Asked Tarl urgently. "She hasn't been dropped into the sea or a volcano or anything has she?" At these words, Janet cried even louder.

       "No…It was a dense jungle inhabited by gorillas, elephants, baboons, leopards-"

       "Leopards-s?" Asked Janet fearfully, her wide blue eyes peering over the top of her handkerchief. "We have to go back and find her!" She said.

       "No, Janet, we can't get back again!" Said Tarl. His long hair was tied back into a ponytail behind his head to keep his usual dreadlocks out of his experiments.

       "I'm not leaving my poor baby 1100 years in the past in a jungle full of gorillas and leopards! I'm going to find her." Tarl shook his head.

       "I suppose your right. Mabey they'll find out how to bring us back again while we're there." He said.

       "And what if they don't?" Asked Janet, quavering.

       "Well, we'll be stuck there forever." Said Tarl. Jane bit her lip.

       "We have to go back." She said. "Even if we do get stuck." Tarl nodded.

       Jane woke up, and found that she was laying in her bed in the treehouse. Tora stood next to the bed looking relieved. Jane sat up.

       "Oh, Tora, I had the most shocking dream!" She said. "I dreamed that there was two of you, and the other one was wearing the strangest AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" She screamed, and jumped back, on seeing Torrance standing on the other side of the room. "Its…..its……its……her…….you…….what's….happening?" She stuttered, pointing a shaking finger at Torrance, who glowered at Tora.

       "TORRANCE? TORRANCE WHERE ARE YOU? ARE YOU OKAY?" Jane jumped as she heard what sounded distinctly like her own voice filling the quiet forest outside.

       "MOM? WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?" Torrance yelled back, peering out of the window.

       "There you are? Are you hurt sweetie? Did you get chased by a Leopard?" Janet called up from outside. The next thing Jane saw, as the door opened, didn't make her feel any better than she had when she had been confronted by a girl who was identical to her daughter, but now, against all odds, stood before her a figure which made her feel many times worse. Herself.

       Well, Janet actually, who unlike Jane, did not collapse again back onto her bed, upon seeing her double standing in front of her, but simply looked a little surprised and turned to her husband as he entered for an explanation. Ten years of living with a man who had a tendency to zip off to the other side of the earth whenever he wanted to, and seven years of having to look after a girl whose scream could persuade even a ferocious twelve foot man eating alien to do her bidding, not much surprised her anymore.

       "Um, so does anyone have the faintest idea what is going on?" Asked Tora, looking from Torrance, to Janet and Tarl, and to the unconscious form of her mother, and then back to Tarl. "You look just like my dad. But I know your not him because…well…" She said, looking at his clothes and the way he stood. "I don't know how he is going to react to all this," She continued, looking worried.

       "Your father?" Said Tarl. "Who-"

       But his un-finished question was answered as Tarzan himself landed softly behind them. They turned. He saw their faces. His confused gaze lingered on Tarl, then slowly shifted over to Janet.

       "Jane?" He asked, unsure of what he should do. She shook her head and stepped back, revealing the room beyond the doorway, Tora Torrance and Jane, who stirred and slowly opened her eyes.

       "Tora! I had the strangest dream-" Tora stood in front of her before her line of vision had time to travel to the other people in the room.

       "Mom, please don't freak out on me again, but it wasn't a dream," She said quickly, knowing that the sight Jane was about to see was even worse than either of the others which had caused her to faint that day. Two Toras. Two of herself. And now, Two Tarzans as well. "I'm not sure how to prepare you for what you're about to see, but…just don't faint. Again." She added. Still looking at the puzzled look on her mother's face, she stepped aside. Jane stared.

       "What…what's…who…how…but…Tarzan?" She asked, staring open mouthed from one face to the next. "Oh, I get it…great joke Terk, which ever one you are, you really got me."

       "This is not a joke, um, Jane." Said Janet. "We come from the future. Oh dear, that doesn't sound any better does it," She added, giving a weak smile to the bewildered Jane. "Um, my name's Janet. This is my husband, Tarl," She said gesturing towards Tarl, "And my daughter, Torrance."

       "IT'S TORRA! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU?!" She screamed, throwing her arms into the air in rage.

       "Um, my name's Tora. Don't you think it would get a bit confusing?" Asked Tora, shooting Torrance a surprised look, and giving her the impression that she would never dream of talking to her parents like that. Torrance answered her with a glare of pure evil, but Tora ignored it, a thing that not many people managed to do.

       "So, what's the deal with us all looking the same?" She asked, turning her glare to the floor.

       "I think I might know." Said Janet looking slightly distant in thought. "I saw something like it in an old T.V show,"

       "T.V show?" Said Jane faintly.

       "Yes. It's a programme you watch on a television." Explained Janet.

       "Television?" Said Jane, none the wiser.

       "It's a-"

       "JUST GET TO THE POINT!" Yelled Torrance impatiently.

       "Oh, sorry sweetie. Well, there were these women, who were witches, and one of them cast a spell to go back to her past life. While she was there, she saw all these people who looked like people she knew in her life. Oh, and her past life looked like her in her future life as well."

       "Did they act the same?" Asked Torrance, eyeing Tora, Jane and Tarzan's choice of clothing. Tarzan himself had by now made his way across the room, and was crouching next to Tora and Jane, and looking warily at the others.

       "No. The future lives evolved. Some things about them were the same; for example the witches all lived in the same house together in both lives, and also some things were different, like that they were cousins in the past life and sisters in the future life."

       "It certainly would explain a lot." Said Tarl. "But how did this happen? Out of all the places we could have ended up, we went back and found our past lives."

       "Coincidence?" Said Tarzan. It was the first thing he had said since he had arrived back at the treehouse. Tarl smiled warmly.

       "We haven't been properly introduced!" He said, advancing across the room. Jane pushed herself back further into the pillow, and reached over to pull Tora away, but Tarzan stood up, not wanting to seem scared as he had been the last time he had met other humans. He held out his hand, copying Tarl's action.

       "Tarzan." He said. He had gotten off on a much better foot with his double than the other's. Jane was terrified of Janet, and the hate between the two girls seemed to hang in the air.

       "Dad, can we go back now?" Asked Torrance gloomily.

       "Ah, that's the problem sweetheart. We haven't worked out how to get back yet." Said Tarl, turning his attention to Torrance.

       "But I want to go HOME!" She said angrily.

       "Well I'm sorry honey but there's nothing anyone can do right now." Said Tarl, not wanting the look to turn into a tantrum. "We're stuck here until my assistant finds out how to reverse the time machine." He turned back to Tarzan. "And I do hope that you kind people will find it in yourselves to take us in as your humble guests until that time."