Hannah could tell the doc wasn’t sure about all of this. To be fair, Hannah could barely believe it herself. After all, there was a chance this was some sort of hallucination at the edge of death.

But even if it was, wouldn’t it be nicer to have a dream of fixing things rather than dying knowing how screwed over she got? Hannah was pretty sure it was. The question was how to prove it to Dr. Fry. As she pondered the options, a loud blast of music played in the parking lot. It was bouncy like an anime fight song. Maybe it was one. Hannah didn’t watch enough to be sure.

“Security is going to force someone out in a moment!” Hannah blurted out. A memory flooded back into her mind. She remembered going silent the rest of a session after it happened. They had been about to touch on something important, but then the music played.

Dr. Fry arched her brow. “How do you know?”

“Because it happened during this song. I mean I don’t remember every session but-”

Before she could finish screaming could be heard from the hallway. Hannah started towards the door, only for Dr. Fry to put an arm in front of her. 

“Don’t. If it’s not safe you could get hurt. Let me check the hall cameras.” Dr. Fry pulled up a tablet and let her fingers fly across the screen, swiping between the various options faster than Hannah could keep track.

When the good doctor had stopped, she hesitated a moment. The camera was showing, without audio, a patient from a different room being pulled out of the building by force. Of course audio wasn’t really needed with it happening right next to them.

“I’m not crazy! No! I don’t need to go!”

Hannah scooted around to get a better look at the tablet. Men in white scrubs dragged a poor woman out. She looked so scared. She was twisting and turning her body around in a vain attempt to get free and run. Meanwhile, one of the other doctors was calmly following behind her, carrying the woman’s Panda bag and carefully zipping it up as he did so. The video was slightly behind the voice from the hallway, but even over the screams and protests they could tell it was the doctor talking.

“Now, now Mrs. Warden. You don’t need to worry. Your husband will be able to visit and in a few weeks you will surely be able to leave. Sometimes we just need more help than others.”

“But I didn’t hear the voices until-” The video showed her being taken out of the building and the doors closing tight behind the three men and the poor woman.

Dr. Fry looked at the now unchanging screen as if trying to process what had just happened. Hannah was sure scenes like this happened sometimes. She hoped the fact she knew it was going to happen would be a point in her favor. It wasn’t lotto numbers but why would a CEO like herself pay attention to something like that?

“Well,” Dr. Fry started, gently brushing a red streak of hair behind her ear. “That was certainly an event. So the question is, do you have other evidence?”

This was better than getting dragged out herself. “I can probably come up with some things if I get some pen and paper. Can I do that here?”

“I was going to suggest it be homework and let you go home early if you needed.”

Hannah’s chest tightened. That was the last thing she wanted to do. She wasn’t sure how many cameras were currently up. There was no telling if she could write down or plan safely at home. Especially since she didn’t know if her hus- no, fiance, and family were working together yet.

“No!” She half shouted in a panic. “Please. I’d rather do it here. Keep all of my normal sessions. Even if you don’t believe me.”

Dr. Fry smiled her warm, understanding smile. The one that felt like having that perfect baked potato with a bit of butter. 

“We can do that. I just need to know what you plan to do with this chance.”

Hannah grinned. “I’ll be taking all my evidence to the police and then confront… my… family” Hannah trailed off before letting out a few choice curses. “I’m in the past. I don’t have any of the evidence yet.”

Dr Fry was writing some things on her pad with one hand as she went and fished around for a second pad. “Yeah, they never cover that in time travel movies, do they?”

“I think a few of them do.” Hannah took the pad and paper, letting out a sigh. “But this isn’t exactly old me talking to young me.”

“No, it’s not.” She leaned forward, setting aside her notes. “So then what will you do?”

Hannah went quiet for a moment. “I think… I need to cancel the wedding with my fiance. But after I get more evidence, so it doesn’t look weird. I need to also get evidence of what my family is doing, or convince them not to do it.”

“Alright. You take five minutes to write out any important events that you can think of that proves you are from the future. And I will go through my notes about things you have talked about before to see if there are patterns you can look for.”

Hannah felt a smile cross her face. It was something that felt like it hadn’t properly existed there in years. Not since her father’s death. Even if Julienne didn’t completely believe her, the good doctor had Hannah’s back. She always knew that the day they met had been a good omen. Her father would always say, a good spud was one you could trust. No matter how they looked.

Putting pen to paper, Hannah started writing out everything she could think of that she had found out. First was that her brothers really weren’t her biological brothers. Her father had always suspected as much. Hannah remembered seeing the video of Russett's birth. It had gone a bit like this.

Her father was recording her brother and his blond as butter hair. “And here is our newest spud, Russett!”

“I must still be high on these drugs. Did you just call our son a potato?” Her mother’s voice had been sharp and annoyed. 

“Of course I did. We’re naming all the kids after potatoes. Like us. Isn’t it clever?” You could hear the beaming in his voice as the camera swung to her mother. Tired and coated in sweat.

“Beauregard is not a potato!” Ah yes, her red headed first born brother. Six years older than she was. Only two more than Russett though.

Her father had cleared his throat. “Actually, my dear, it is. So is Kerr. And Jewel like yourself. It’s lovely! And besides it was stocks in those potato farms as a lad that got me the seed money for my tech company. What is more fitting?”

“You cannot name MY sons after potatoes!” She had been gritting her teeth in the video.

“I am their father. I get a say in their names as well.” He was trying to be calm in the video, but his annoyance was leaking through.

She fell back, closing her eyes. Her chestnut hair sprawled across the pillow. “As I said. YOU don’t get a say in MY son’s names.”

After that moment, her father had become suspicious of the boys being his blood. But blood or not, he still treated them just as well as he treated Hannah. The best schools. The finest clothing. Tutors and the ability to develop their skills and interests. All the things they could ever need or want. Just not a piece of the company without one condition being met, the genetic testing. 

When her father was alive, Hannah had accidentally overheard her mother and father talking. Going on about getting the boys paternity tests done. Over and over Mrs. Kerr had refused. Swearing they were his. So what if both parents had brown hair and only Hannah had it? Blonds and redheads could happen with two burnets. Never mind neither side had any recent relatives that had either color naturally.

“I’ll give them both healthy trust funds. Don’t worry my dear. But I will not give them part of the company without either proof or them working their way up.” Her father firmly declared.

Oh! Her mother didn’t take that well. “Hannah is yours, I tested her and that should be enough! Give the boys what is their birthright!”

The argument didn’t last long after that. Her father simply walked out to go see Russett at his golf game. With the golf instructor that had the same hair he did. And was definitely old enough to be his father. Hannah hadn’t seen it at the time. But she could easily see it now. It was a small wonder that her father’s will demanded genetic testing to prove the boys were full blood siblings to Hannah. 

No one took that well either. But what was she supposed to do about that? The lawyers had been firm on it. Her father made it impossible for her brothers to take the company unless something drastic happened. So many times they asked her, or her mother did, to just give enough shares for control within the tech giant. 

Sadly, Hannah couldn’t do that. All she could do was let them work their way up from the entry level positions her father offered, Russett in the financial department and Beauregard into marketing. She remembered this point in history being  about when her brothers pushed for a manager position within their departments. Two midlevel managers had suddenly quit without warning.

That was recent enough she could investigate that now. With what she knew, it would probably be easy to find out what was going on there. Before the massive slashes in staffing her brothers implemented when she wasn’t paying attention.

“Alright. Just a minute left, Hannah.” Dr. Fry gently reminded her, interrupting her thoughts.

Hannah quickly scribbled down whatever she could and focused on getting any other events and details out of the way. There was a lot of work to be done.

And maybe even some jobs to save.