A/N: This story is set in The Visitors Universe, so if you haven't read The Visitors, Crimson and Clover, Trouble, The Haunted Mansion and Somebody's Everything (in that order), you might get a little lost. This story is Kigo, which I know is an anathema to some, and if you are one of those type of folks, you'll want to skip this one. Trust me; it works out better for everyone. To everyone who likes Kigo and more specifically my stuff, welcome. I wouldn't be writing this if it weren't for you. :)

Chapter 1 – Pomp and Circumstance

Shego sat in her black robe and mortarboard praying for her kimmunicator to go off with some sort of global emergency so that she and Kimmie could get the hell out of here. At least that way they would have a good excuse for doing so and her mother wouldn't kill her. The damn thing remained silent, however, and Shego sighed with boredom as the Chair of her department droned on with her speech about how microbiology was going to change the world. As a Master's degree recipient she was up on stage with all of the other advanced-degree geeks and the faculty, so she looked out at the crowd and the undergraduates in an attempt to unbore herself, easily spotting her family, Kim's family, a passel of friends and Kimmie in her own graduation regalia waiting for her department's graduation that was happening a little later in the day.

The sight of Kim beaming proudly brought a reluctant smile to her face and her bad mood borne of boredom began to dissipate. In spite of her better efforts to remain grumpy, a smiling Kim always snapped her out her funks, and today was no exception. With a wryly-resigned smile, she started to pay attention to her own ceremony, clapping politely when the Chair finally finished her speech, managing to look interested when the stupidest person with a microbiology degree she had ever listened to gave her student speaker speech, and even smiling graciously when her name was called and her brothers, led by Hego, made fools out of themselves.

She got her degree from her advisor and sat down, ready to tune out completely now that her part was done, but before she could start daydreaming about next week at the beach house with Kimmie, she heard a warm, proud voice in her ear. "Well done, Junior," Mim said softly, as not to startle the rest of the stage's occupants with an unseen voice. "We are both so proud of you and your accomplishments." Shego glanced over her shoulder, but Nana Mim was in stealth mode and Shego couldn't see her. "We will be with the family," Mim told her and suddenly the warm presence behind her was gone. Shego smiled.

After all of the undergraduates had come up and gotten their degree holders and a note saying their degrees were in the mail, the Chair said a few more words and the ceremony was over. Shego gladly fled the stage to join her friends and family, handing her degree over to her proud mother and father as Kim wrapped her in a congratulatory hug. "See, was that so bad, Junior?" she teased, having noted the sour look on Shego's face as she had sat up on stage.

"It got better," Shego admitted. "And it's about perfect now."

"Now that it's over?" Kim observed.

"Exactly," Shego agreed.

Kim laughed. "Well, we're not quite done yet, Sweetie," she reminded her. "I still have to graduate and then we have the party at the Mansion this afternoon."

"But I'm not on stage in a robe and stupid hat for any of that," Shego pointed out. "I have no problems celebrating your brilliance and partying with the one group of people I can stand to hang out with. Anyway, let's go; I want to plasma-zap everyone that doesn't applaud your speech."

Kim looked at her reproachfully for a couple of seconds, wanting to discourage plasma-zapping in the event that Shego wasn't kidding. When the smirk appeared and Kim knew Shego had just been joking, she smacked Shego good-naturedly and let her go, capturing her hand before rounding up the group and leading them down to the pavilion she was graduating in. She led them to their seats, stole one last kiss from Shego and then headed off to the staging area.

Kim's ceremony went off without a hitch, and Kim received her Bachelor's degree in addition to every honor that the university could think to bestow on her. She was a Possible, after all, and overachievement was coded for in her genetics. Shego amused herself by sending a few pointed stares around at the end of Kim's speech and lighting up, smirking when the applause in her section suddenly increased. After a few more speeches and the degree dispersal, the ceremony was done and the graduation celebration moved back to the Mansion.

The party, thanks to Lottie and Ann's social skills, was a great success and everyone had an excellent time. In fact, everyone had such an excellent time that Kim and Shego had a hard time getting rid of them and it wasn't until late that night that everyone finally left, and then they only did so because Kim kept assuring them that the wedding was only a month away and everyone would be able to get together again very soon.

"Thank god they're gone," Shego sighed in contentment as she sank into their comfortable bed.

"They're just happy for us, Shego," Kim said, flipping back the covers and snuggling in beside her.

"I know, and that's why I didn't start chucking people out the front door when the clock struck midnight," Shego replied, wrapping her arms around Kim.

"Bless you," Kim said wryly.

"You've known I wasn't a people person for a very long time, Pink," Shego retorted. "I like it better when it is just us."

"Yeah, but you've gotten better about being with people, so I think you had ulterior reasons for wanting them to leave," Kim answered, noting that Shego's hands appeared to be wandering.

"Me?" Shego asked innocently, even as her hands succeeded in removing Kim's tank top.

"Yes, you, Madame Innocence," Kim replied, trying not to give in to the gentle kisses that Shego was placing along her back. She had something she wanted to talk to Shego about, and if they got started, that would be the end of meaningful conversation until they woke up in the morning. She flipped over and before Shego could resume her gentle seduction, Kim put out her hands to keep her temporarily at bay. Shego pouted and tried to come closer, but Kim remained steadfast even as the lip crept out even further. "I just wanted to talk about next week, Sweetie," she explained, seeing the questioning look on Shego's face at her continued refusal.

Shego relaxed; she'd had a fleeting, irrational thought that Kim was pissed at her about something. "Okay," Shego answered. "What about it?"

"Well, I was thinking we could change our plans a bit," Kim said hesitantly, knowing how much Shego liked the beach house. "It's been forever since we had an adventure and I was hoping maybe we could check out that journal that Aunt Mim and Aunt Sheila gave us that one year for Christmas."

"Forever since we had an adventure?" Shego questioned. "We had a mission just last week."

"Yeah, I know, but that was a global emergency thing," Kim replied. "And we've so busy with school, that's the only type of mission we have had time for. I was thinking we could just have an adventure for fun, you know, just the two of us, and I've been dying to follow that map for four years."

Shego looked at Kim dubiously. "You would trade a week of comfort and oceanic beauty for an unknown amount of time in a tent, outdoors, in a jungle teeming with heaven knows what?" she clarified.

"Oh, we would only be gone for a week," Kim assured her. "If we stayed away any long than that with the wedding so close, both of our moms would kill us." Shego still looked unconvinced. "And yes, it's a tent, but the jungle is beautiful, too, and it's a tent with just the two of us in it," she offered hopefully.

Shego sighed. That hopeful look had been her downfall for the entire time she had been with Kim. "All right," she agreed reluctantly and smiled back wryly when she was rewarded with Kim's radiant smile. She drew Kim close now that they seemed to be done talking, and Kim's arms went around her. The next thing she knew, her pajama top went whizzing through the air and Kim's lips had captured her own. Maybe a week in the jungle wouldn't be such a bad thing, she thought before her mind was distracted by more worthwhile pursuits.

Then again, maybe it could suck something awful, she thought as four days later she found herself in central Africa frying and then launching yet another giant insect from off of her shoulder. The map had been less than specific and if hadn't been for Nana Mim's journal, they probably would have spent their week aimlessly wandering around the jungle before heading home without a damn thing. As it was, even with her help they had still made a couple of wrong turns and only now did they find themselves to be in the right general area. Shego scowled, pouting. All of this might have been worth it if the sex had at least been good, but they had been so exhausted by the end of their days in the jungle that they hadn't actually had any. "I knew we should have gone to the beach house," she grumbled under her breath.

"What was that, Junior?" Kim asked cheerfully as she used her machete to whack down another set of thick vines. Shego didn't answer, so Kim turned back to look at her, and Shego was unsurprised to see a great big smile on her face. Kimmie really liked crap like this and she was enjoying the hell out of herself. It made Shego feel guilty that she wasn't enjoying it more.

"Eh, nothing, Pink," she said quickly.

"Bullcrap," Kim said succinctly, and Shego, always amused by Kim's attempts at swearing, cracked a grin.

"You are damned adorable when you try to swear, you know that, right?" she asked teasingly.

"Quit trying to change the subject," Kim ordered, blushing slightly. "What did you say?"

"I might have said that we should have gone to the beach house instead of coming here," Shego confessed after Kim pinned her with a glare.

"Why?" Kim asked. "This place is gorgeous. Why is the beach house so much better?"

"Because it is clean, has indoor plumbing and I don't have to take on enormous insects?" Shego answered.

"Well, sure, but where is the adventure?" Kim challenged cheerfully. "I love the beach house too, but all we ever do there is eat, sleep, swim and have sex."

"And what's wrong with that?" Shego countered.

"It's boring," Kim said candidly before realizing that what she had said could be misconstrued.

And misconstrued it was. "So sex with me is boring, is it?" Shego accused, coming to the exact wrong conclusion that Kim knew she would.

"I didn't say that," Kim objected.

"But that's what you meant," Shego retorted.

"No, it isn't," Kim disagreed. "I like to be busy, Shego, and you know that. I don't relax well and the beach house is all about relaxing. I guess I just get bored if we're there too long."

"Oh, I see," Shego replied. "The sex isn't boring. Just being with me is boring."

"Yes, being with you is so boring that I, a person who just admitted she hates boredom, agreed to spend the rest of my life with you before you even proposed," Kim countered.

"I proposed!" Shego protested.

"You showed me a ring box and I said yes before you got any words out," Kim reminded her.

The corner of Shego's mouth upturned begrudgingly. "Yeah, I guess you did," she allowed. She smirked, suddenly closing the gap between them. "Well, if you hate boredom that much, I guess I'll have to keep you better occupied when we go to the beach house," she decided, her voice low and sultry. She kissed Kim deeply as her right arm encircled Kim's waist, and Kim dropped her machete as her arms moved to reciprocate. They stayed like that for a few moments until Kim reluctantly broke it off. "We should get going, sweetie," she said, indicating the fading light.

Shego sighed; she was just beginning to enjoy this part of the jungle. "Okay," she sulked. "Where do we go now?"

Kim studied the map for a few seconds before consulting the journal. "That way," she decided, pointing north. She grabbed her machete and started off in that direction, clearing a path. They climbed a small ridge and as they did so, a large, monkey-shaped building came into view.

"Well, congratulations, Pumpkin," Shego complimented her. "You led us to the Temple of the Constipated Monkey."

"Temple of the Tempus Simia," Kim corrected with a chuckle, even though she agreed with Shego's assessment.

"Yeah, whatever," Shego shrugged, walking towards the temple. Kim put away her machete and followed her, and after a few minutes' walk, they found themselves in the temple. "Does Nana Mim say anything about traps?" Shego asked, taking in the arches, the monkey columns, the raised platform, and the hole in the ceiling.

Kim did a quick skim. "Nope, nothing," she answered.

"There are always traps," Shego declared.

"Maybe we got lucky this time," Kim hypothesized, putting the journal back into her pack. She looked at Shego and smiled. "Besides, even if there are, we can always avoid them." She bounded up the stairs of the platform to the top, making sure to look for any trip wires, differently-colored blocks or other telltale signs of traps. She saw none, not even around the small stone monkey statue that was sitting in the middle of the column that erupted from the column. "I found what we're looking for," she called down to Shego, reaching out to touch it. As soon as her gloved fingers brushed against it, a bright flash engulfed the entire temple, and down on the floor, Shego was thrown back against the wall with a powerful force.

"Whoa," Shego commented, as she picked herself up off the floor and tried to clear her muddled head. She looked up to the platform and saw Kim lying motionless on the top. "Kim!" she yelled, her mind clearing instantly with Kim in danger. She ran up the steps, taking two or three at time and slowing down only when the prone, motionless body came into view. Her eyes widened and she skidded to a halt. "Oh, Shit," Shego breathed and finished her dash to the top.

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Central Africa, April, Nineteen Hundred and Six

"Are you quite sure that we are going in the proper direction this time, Mim?" Sheila inquired, after her beloved had taken them down yet another wrong path.

"Yes, this time I am certain," Mim replied. "Once we crest the top of that ridge, we shall be able to see the temple."

"We shall see," Sheila retorted, not very confident after almost a week of tracing and retracing their paths.

"I am crushed by your lack of faith in me, Lil," Mim teased, placing her hand on her forehead in a dramatic gesture.

"I have ultimate faith in you, my love," Sheila disagreed. "It is just in your powers of navigation that I find myself doubting, especially since we have that ship to British Guiana in two weeks that we simply must catch."

"We will make the ship, Sheila," Mim assured her. "And we will thwart Lipsky in his attempt to destroy us and take over the world."

"But he has already started his journey and we are an ocean away," Sheila argued.

"From the last telegram we received from Wayne, which was but a fortnight ago, he was still trying to raise the funds to finance his trip," Mim countered. "So, even if we take the time to finish with our adventure here before making it back to the Gold Coast, we will still make it on time; I am confident in it. And even if we do not make it on time, the man is an idiot and will wander around the jungle long enough for us to catch him."

"He managed to escape from prison, Mim," Sheila pointed out. "He cannot be a complete fool."

"True, but I always have to question the intellect of a man who not only hires and retains a woman who berates and belittles him, but then falls in love with her even though it is quite obvious she despises him and she is one of those women," Mim explained, her dislike of Lipsky showing in her tones. She had only just found out that Lipsky had nursed a romantic interest in Sheila and it caused her protective jealousy to flair. "Even if he had other reasoning, such as to be some sort of cover for your Sapphic inclinations, you already had a much better-looking fiancé back in Chicago," she concluded.

"Eh, Lipksy is a fool, but I cannot blame him for falling in love with one such as I," Sheila said immodestly. "But I do find your protectiveness quite charming." Mim blushed and Sheila smirked, flipped unexpectedly and landed behind Mim, wrapping her arms around her. Mim leaned back into her and Sheila began to gently kiss the back of her neck. "So I am one of 'those women', am I?" she purred between kisses. "And what does that make you?"

"Since I have been fortunate enough to have my fingers and mouth over the entirety of that beautiful body of yours, I would say it makes me unbelievably lucky," Mim replied saucily.

Sheila chuckled. "And you say I am the wicked one," she teased. She gave Mim one last embrace and then let her go, pointing to something that was protruding out of the vegetation. "I do believe that looks like a monkey head," she mentioned.

Mim looked up. "So it does," she said happily, and took off for it. Sheila followed, and after a small stroll, they found themselves at the temple. It was of impressive design; soaring arches, imposing stone monkey columns and an etched ceiling framed a skylight in the center that illuminated a platform containing a stone column. Mim saw the stairs and went straightaway for them, reaching the top before Sheila barely had the time to enter. "It appears I have found what we are looking for," she announced, calling down to Sheila.

"Do you think that is wise?" Sheila questioned as Mim reached out to touch it.

"Of course," Mim said, still reaching. "What could possibly go wrong?" Her gloved hand grasped the bottom of the statue, and as soon as she touched it, a bright light filled the chamber and Mim fell unconscious as a powerful force knocked her backwards. She had no idea how long she was out, but when she started to come to, she felt herself being supported by a pair of very familiar arms. "Lil?" she questioned, forcing her reluctant eyes to open. She blinked to clear her blurry vision and Sheila's face swirled into view, but it looked different. Her skin was pale, extraordinarily pale, and her hair had come unraveled from its braid. "Lil? What happened to your complexion?" she asked, puzzled, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Did the blast do something to you as well?"

Shego grimaced. She'd known it had to be Nana Mim from the clothes and the hair, but if the redhead in her arms was calling her "Lil", that pretty much sealed the deal. "Um, I'm not who you think I am," she explained hesitantly. Mim studied her critically and Shego felt compelled to say more. "I'm a Sheila Goshen, but I'm not your Sheila Goshen," she clarified, knowing it made little sense and wasn't going to be easy to accept for the woman resting in her arms.

Mim frowned before sitting up and scooting away from Shego. "Then which Sheila Goshen are you?" she asked pointedly. "I was not aware that there was more than one."

"Um, I'm Sheila Miriam Goshen," Shego said.

"Your middle name is Miriam," Mim said, intrigued yet skeptical, knowing this woman could be playing her for a fool. Then again, she had known Lil's first name was Sheila, which was indicative of someone who might actually have some connection with them.

"Uh, yeah, I was named after Nana Sheila, who is your Lil and um, you, Nana Mim," Shego admitted.

"Nana Mim?" Mim echoed, incredulous of the connection this person was trying to establish. "How am I your Nana when I have no children and am still quite young?"

"Um, well, I think this time monkey thing blasted you into the future, so it is a lot later than you think it is," Shego answered. "What year was it for you?"

"Nineteen Hundred and Six," Mim replied.

"Yeah, well, it is like ninety years later," Shego informed her. Mim looked at her in disbelief. "Yeah, I know," Shego responded. "But anyway, the reason that I call you 'Nana' is because you and Nana Sheila are my great-great aunts and I used to spend all of my summers until I was seven at your house in Middleton."

Mim looked at her and then down at the body of the monkey statue that she still held in her hands. She stared at it. Could it actually have propelled her into the future, she wondered. "Ninety years?" she clarified, looking at Shego.

"Give or take," Shego answered.

Mim looked back down at the statue and continued to stare at it, thinking. Besides her resemblance to Sheila and her knowledge of a few pertinent facts, the person sitting beside her really had no tangible claim to being someone she could trust, and there was no way Mim could verify anything she was saying unless she left the temple with her. If she was some sort of miscreant, that might be exactly what she was after. But then again, if she was telling the truth, and it had been nine decades or more since she had been here with Lil and she was in fact a Goshen from a subsequent generation who had known her from infancy, then there was no reason to fear, and this pale-skinned version of Lil was probably her best chance of getting back to the time and the person to whom she belonged. Undecided, Mim let out a short breath of frustration.

Shego saw the indecision and suspicion in Mim's eyes, and even though she knew this was not really her Nana Mim, it hurt to see those emotions on a face that had never been anything but loving, indulgent and amused when directed towards her. After a moment's reflection, she shook off her guttural response and got down to the business of making Nana Mim trust her so they could get busy fixing this fucked-up mess. "Listen," she said, causing Mim to look up. "I know you have no reason to trust me. I could be exactly who I say I am, or I could be lying through my teeth for whatever nefarious plot I have in mind." Mim's brow contracted. The young lady was really not helping her case. "But," Shego continued, "I am asking you, as one of only two people I have ever really listened to in my entire life, to please believe me and to let me help you get back to where you belong."

If the young lady was lying, she was doing an excellent job of it, Mim mused. She thought a couple of seconds more and her decision was made. She might live to regret it, but then again, perhaps she would get her Lil back and have an adventure to boot. "Very well, I believe you," she said calmly.

Shego blinked. "Really?" she asked, happily incredulous.

"Really," Mim confirmed. "So, has much changed since my time?" she asked, getting up and putting the statue in her satchel.

"Uh, yeah, a lot," Shego said, getting up as well. "I can start telling you on the way home if you like."

"Home? My home?" Mim questioned.

"Yup, the Mansion," Shego confirmed. "You guys willed it to me and my fiancé and we live there now. It's also our base of operations, so I'm thinking that if we can get back there, we might figure out a way to get you back. And truthfully, I really want to get out of this stupid jungle."

"As do I," Mim agreed. Shego nodded, and they went down the stairs together. "So what shall I call you?" Mim asked as they were descending. "Sheila?"

Shego winced. "Uh, please no," she pleaded. "I prefer Shego. But, truthfully, coming from you, anything but Junior is going to sound weird."

"Junior?" Mim repeated, unsure she had heard right.

"Yup. It's a long story," Shego said shortly.

"Hm," Mim commented.

They left the temple and Shego activated her kimmunicator. "Could you send the hovercraft, Nerdlinger?" she requested when his face appeared. "Some stuff has happened and I don't want to go traipsing through the jungle to find it."

"Sure thing, Shego," Wade said pleasantly before noticing her face. "Everything all right?"

"No," Shego said tersely. "I'll explain when we get home."

"Gotcha," Wade replied, knowing not to ask any more questions. "The hovercraft should be there in about thirty minutes. Bye, Shego."

Shego looked up to find Mim looking at her curiously. "Were you speaking with someone with your watch?" she asked.

"Um, yeah," Shego affirmed. "One of those changes I mentioned." She smirked, a thought coming to her. The kimmunicator might be a way to prove to a probably still-skeptical Nana Mim that she was telling the truth about this whole future thing. "Would you like to see how it works?" she offered.

"Yes, please," Mim said immediately.

Shego came around to stand beside Mim and popped the clasp so she could hold the kimmunicator in her hand and they could both see it. She pushed a button, and after a few seconds, Wade's face popped up on the screen. "Hey Shego," he answered pleasantly. "Need something else?"

"Yeah," Shego said. "I need you to say hi to someone," she said, handing the kimmunicator to Mim.

Mim took it gingerly and looked at the small screen, her eyes widening when she saw the face. "Wayne?" she asked in pleased disbelief.

"Um, no," Wade replied, slightly bewildered. "I'm Wade."

Shego peered over Mim's shoulder. "Mim Possible, meet Wade Load, Wayne's grandnephew. Wade Load, meet Mim Possible."

"Pleased to meet you, ma'am," Wade said politely, hoping Shego planned on telling him exactly what the hell was going on at some point.

"And I am pleased to make your acquaintance as well," Mim replied, a mystified smile emerging as she pondered the impossibility of what she was doing.

Shego gently took the kimmunicator from her. "Thanks, Wade," she said, looking into the screen. "We'll be back in Middleton in a few hours and we'll fill you in on some stuff."

"You'd better," Wade retorted. "Bye, Shego."

Shego smiled and switched the transmission off before replacing the kimmunicator on her wrist. "Was Mr. Load in Middleton?" Mim asked unexpectedly.

"He was," Shego confirmed.

"And yet you can contact each other from anywhere in the world using nothing but that small device on your wrist," Mim further questioned.

"We sure can," Shego replied.

"And would it be possible for me to get one?" Mim inquired casually, and with that innocent, yet not-so-innocent inquiry, Shego knew that Nana Mim was really starting to believe her and the Possible love-of-unexpected-adventure switch had been flipped on.

"Um, sure, we have an extra one in the hovercraft," Shego said agreeably.

"Hovercraft?" Mim asked.

"A flying machine that is going to take us home," Shego explained.

"You have them refined to the point that they are useful?" Mim asked excitedly. "The Wright brothers got their contraption off of the ground two or so years back, but it only flew a few feet."

"Yeah, they are kinda sophisticated now," Shego said.

"Smashing," Mim commented, and Shego had the sneaking suspicion that was the early 20th century equivalent of "spanking". They sat on the ground outside the temple and for a while they fell into silence. Then Mim had something that occurred to her and the silence was broken. "You mentioned that you were living at our Mansion with a fiancé," she said, starting the conversation. "Did he accompany you on this adventure?"

"Yes, she did," Shego said with a smirk.

Mim processed that information. "Ah, I see," she answered with an understanding smile. "And where might she be?"

"Well, since she is a Possible, meaning you guys have the damndest luck at getting into 'situations', my guess is that you two switched places," Shego hypothesized.

Mim's face lit up with a smile. "You are marrying a Possible?" she asked, delighted.

"Yes, and you had a lot to do with that," Shego admitted wryly. "My Possible's name is Kim."

"Probably after my mother," Mim murmured. She noticed Shego's slightly pouty expression at the mention of her absent fiancé. "Do not be sad, er, Junior," Mim comforted her, hesitating slightly on the name. "I miss Lil too, but we will get them back."

"We'd better," Shego agreed. "We're getting married in less than a month and my mother has been planning the wedding for about five years." Mim chuckled.

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Central Africa, April, Nineteen Hundred and Six

Sheila shook her head, thinking that she must have stuck her head harder against the stone column than she realized if she was seeing what she was seeing. Mim had disappeared, and she had been replaced by a woman that looked nearly identical to her. If it had not been for the loose hair and the clothes, Sheila would never have suspected that this woman was not her wife. The woman on the platform stirred and Sheila took a step back, unsure of what she might do.

Kim sighed and sat up, noticing Shego had come up to the top of the platform. She looked at her and smiled, only to have the smile fade from her face as she realized the person standing beside her wasn't Shego. She took in the black pants, the white blouse, the hair and more importantly, the pink skin. "Oh, crap," she thought. "Um, what year is this?" she asked, looking down at the stone monkey head in her lap, hypothesizing something, and wanting to see if her hypothesis was correct.

"Nineteen Hundred and Six," Sheila answered cautiously. "Why do you ask? What year should it be?"

"Two Thousand and Eight," Kim answered slowly.

"Are you claiming to be from the future?" Sheila inquired, haughtily dubious.

"Not claiming. I am from the future," Kim said shortly, a little peeved at the tone. "This is the Temple of the Tempus Simia, remember. As in Time Monkey. As in probably sent me back and sent Aunt Mim forward."

"Aunt Mim?"Sheila echoed, surprised that this so-called future person knew Mim's name. "You know my wife?"

"Of course," Kim replied. "She's my great-great aunt." She flipped up off of the ground and dusted off her hands, offering her right one to Sheila. "I'm Kim Possible, and it's a pleasure to meet you for a second time, Aunt Sheila," she said respectfully, but with the slightest bit of sass in her tone.

Sheila studied her. This person looked like Mim, she moved like Mim, and her attitude was uncannily Mim-like; perhaps then it was possible that she was a Possible, especially since she had known her name. Sheila took Kim's hand with a speculative frown and shook it. "We shall see if you are truly who you say you are," she said, her trepidation very slowly dissipating as she began to believe Kim's story. "But for now I think I have no choice but to trust you. Do you really believe that Mim has been sent into the future?" she asked.

"It's the best theory I've got," Kim replied. "I'll take any other explanations if you might have any."

"And I have none, so I suppose that will have to do for now," Sheila mused. "Well, future Possible, what shall we do to get the both of you returned to whence you came?"

"I have no idea," Kim admitted frankly. "But we have to find a way."