“I have one question.” I stated.

“Yes?”

“When does the groom arrive?”

“The groom??”

“Yes, the groom. I said, looking into the bride-to-be’s eyes. “No. . .No, you can’t mean. . .I’M THE GROOM!!!” By now the minister was turning red.

“Do you wish to go on with the ceremony?” He asked.

“You can’t be serious!” I said. The bride-to-be broke out into tears. The minister pulled me to the side.

“Can’t you see what you’re doing? Pull yourself together. We all get pre-marriage jitters.” By now the organist started playing to cover for the silence. The bride came over.

“What’s wrong, honey?”

“Honey?! I’ve never seen you before! At least, that I can remember!” She went farther into tears.

“Does that mean you don’t love me?” She asked.

“No. I think that you’re the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen, but. . .”

“But what? You don’t want to marry me?” She cried.

“What do I do?” I asked the minister.

“Well, unless you want a tragedy on your hands, I’d marry her. She’ll make you a fine wife.”

“But I haven’t even gone through the courtship process!” I said.

“Courtship!! We’ve been going out for a year now!” She said.

“Well, make your decision in a hurry, the organist can only play two numbers, and she’s on the second one now!” Then it dawned on me. I must still be in the game!

“Let’s do it.” I said, grudgingly. The ceremony commenced and the minister said that I may kiss the bride. I did, but there was nothing there. He then introduced us as Mr. and Mrs. Adam Schofield. We proceeded down the aisle. Walking near the door, we turned around and were greeted by many well-wishers. Afterward, we went downstairs for the reception There we ate.

After the cutting of the cake, my bride got up and left. She appeared to be crying. Kendall and Laura looked as if they didn’t notice, but Bette got up and followed. I got up and got Noah to follow me. We arrived in another room and I asked him, “Noah, is that you from the outside?”

“Yes, the computer thinks I’m the Noah from the inside, though. I’ve managed to patch into the computer’s main database.”

“Okay, where does it say I am?”

“According to the computer: April 20, 1981. Your at your wedding in Nanopolis Oregon. You marry. . . Rats, the computer doesn’t know.”

“I don’t remember this girl.”

“Me either.” Noah replied.

“Have any ideas of what we are to do in this part of the game?”

“No.”