The protest in the summer of 1970 brought out hippies from all over Philadelphia. They stood together in a dusty field under blazing sun and chanted against the war.

Adam had made it clear to Terri that they were through and she was mostly okay with that. Ever since Julia had left, he'd changed. But Terri was bored and horny and starting to seriously doubt her commitment to the cause. At least she was until she saw him.

He was cleaner than a lot of the people at the protest, a little on the short side, and strikingly, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Lee," Terri thought with satisfaction. She didn't know where the thought had come from, she didn't remember toking up, but she must have.

She strode up to the gorgeous guy. "Hi, I'm Terri."

"Jack." He shook her hand and Terri thought that was terribly square and stuck up, but also weirdly charming. Like a gentleman.

He turned his back on his friends and did a terrible job of discreetly checking her out.

"This is going to sound corny, but I feel like I know you."

A shiver of anticipation arced up Terri's spine.

"Not yet," she smirked. "Would you like to?"

*

Laying beside Jack in a tent a few hours later, Terri dreamed of space and technology, of swirling storms and sentient robots.

And when Kara Thrace woke up, she knew herself.