May 26th,2015...

...12:51 PM...

"Hey Uncle Bob," John said. "What happened at the bank?"

"It exploded," Uncle Bob said. "And three humans died."

"Yeah," John said. "But Mom told me you are a survivor."

"It was just a blast," Uncle Bob said. "I was not in the explosion."

"And you left the scene," John said.

"Yes," Uncle Bob said.

"You have to leave a statement for the officer," John said.

"At the time; I had an injury that revealed my Hyper-polyalloy half," Uncle Bob said.

There is  a unique glow in John's eyes  that cold be compared to realization.

"You acted like a shield to someone!" John said. "Who's the boyfriend?"

"She is not a boy," Uncle Bob said. "Hannah is a girl."

"Oh," John said. "There go my dreams."

"What dreams?" Uncle Bob said.

"Just my imagination," John said.

"...John," Uncle Bob said.

John lowers his head with a sheepish smile and rubs the back of his neck.

"I shipped you with my gym teacher," John admits.

Uncle Bob has a lengthy pause viewing that as awkward.

"I cannot form a reply," Uncle Bob said.

"Look it up in your popular culture files," John said.

"Okay," Uncle Bob said. "...Oh."

The two are at a table.

In the room came Sarah.

"We won the lottery," Sarah said.

"How much, Mom?" John asks.

"Not how much," Sarah said. "Think bigger."

John has a poker face.

"Uh, a free chance to see The Lion Guard in November?" John guesses.

Sarah shook her head.

"No," Uncle Bob said. "Sarah Connor won the lottery,obviously."

"I can't believe it," John said. "We won the lottery!"

"Not just the regular lottery," Sarah said.

"Huh?" John said.

"We won a free vacation paid in full to Britain," Sarah said. "Two of us are going, one pet will go with, and one of us is staying."

"Sweet!" John said. "Best vacation ever!"

Uncle Bob is confused,.

"What is a vacation?" Uncle Bob asks.

"The meaning of vacation is to take an extended break from something for so long," John explains.  "I hope this vacation is not going to be crappy."

"It won't be," Sarah said. "We are going today."

"I'll start packing!" John said, and with that he left.

"Did I mention Maxy is not a dog?" Uncle Bob asks, when he and Sarah Connor were left alone.

"...Wait, what?" Sarah said.

"When I picked up Maxy, he was on the brink of death," Uncle Bob admits. "Because of what T-1000 did to him I decided to save the dog using some recycled parts from the previous model and some other parts. I have engineering programmed in my processor."

"Maxy is half robot..." Sarah said.

"The metal has been inside him for a year so I can assure you Maxy is completely cybernetic by now," Uncle Bob said. "With a lot of dog still left in him."

"I wondered how he didn't get killed for so long I  didn't think of who could have stepped in," Sarah said.

Maxy walks in wagging his tail.

"Maxy, sit," Uncle Bob orders.

Max sits down on the floor and Uncle Bob takes out a wide huge magnifying glass. 

"This will show," Uncle Bob said, holding it up above Maxy.

It is clearly shown that Maxy's bones are completely covered in Hyperpolyalloy.

"How long have you known he's not a organic dog?"

"Since Maxy aggressively attacked Gill Shepard one month ago for no reason," Uncle Bob said. "And Gill had injured the dog but instead of bone I saw it was metal. Metal that had not been there when I operated on him."

"...I thought metal can't grow," Sarah said.

"It can,"  Uncle Bob said, with a nod. "Terminator dogs are incredibily loyal in the future."

"Oh great," Sarah said. "I have another metal being that can out live me!"

"By my calculations, Maxy will only live to when John is sixteen," Uncle Bob said. "Terminator dogs have a short life expectancy."

"But you said he has more dog in him," Sarah points out.

"Maxy is a unique case," Uncle Bob said. "Time is different to pets. Two years is  a dog decade," He lowers the magnifying glass. "But Maxy's heart is not going to be strong enough to continue sending blood in a otherwise metal body."

Sarah folds her arms.

"You expected this," Sarah said.

"Not really," Uncle Bob said. "I have a file on a Terminator dog close to John Connor but the name is obscured. My files also say he goes on a visit to Britain with John Connor and Sarah Connor."

"And you're okay with that?"  Sarah said.

"Maxy is the second logical form of protection temporarily," Uncle Bob said.

Sarah stares at Uncle Bob for a great while.

"Do you know how long the visit is?" Sarah asks.

"Three months,"  Uncle Bob said.

Our scene transfers to Pureville first bank or what remains of it. There stood Hannah at the scene behind a CSI tape with a umbrella over her shoulder as it rains. People died and Uncle Bob acted as though he was aware of it. Her statement to the investigating FBI agents clearly made the impression it was an inside job. They didn't need to tell Hannah it was  the looks on their faces that gave the impression.

"Why?" Hannah asks herself.

"Why what?" T-1200 asks.

Hannah turns towards T-1200 where he too is holding a umbrella being pink while hers is black as night.

"Are you Chris Pine?" Hannah said, in shock.

T-1200 shook his head.

"No," T-1200 said, glaring back at Hannah. T-1200 resembles a great deal of Chris Pine often seen in Star Trek with short hair except this Terminator has a long zig-zag scar on the left side of his face. "Not even close."

"You resemble him, greatly," Hannah said.

"I hate that guy," T-1200 said.

"Hate is a strong word," Hannah said.

"So not,petty girl," T-1200 said, turning his head towards the empty and burned inside of the former bank. " But really, what are you asking yourself?"

"None of your business," Hannah said.

"Let me rephrase that," T-1200 said. "What happened here?"

"Bomb went off," Hannah said.

T-1200 turns his head towards Hannah.

"Oh," T-1200 said. "That is sad."

"It is," Hannah said, lowering her voice. "Three co-workers died and only me and my close friend Bob survived."

"Bob?" T-1200 said.

"Yes, his name is Bob," Hannah said. "He acted so new months ago to today's society and I taught but what Bob doesn't know he taught me new things as well."

"So you took a dork and made him act 'casual'," T-1200 said.

"Yes," Hannah said.

"And you've developed feelings for Bob," T-1200 said.

"Feelings?" Hannah repeats. "PPppffh, we are really good friends!"

T-1200 grins.

"You are denying it," T-1200 said.

"I am not falling for that," Hannah said.

"This is not a trick, I assure you,petty girl," T-1200 said.

Hannah glares at T-1200.

"I have met random  men like you wanting to get a word on whether she is single or not," Hannah said, as T-1200's face remained unchanged. "Sorry pal, but I am not up for grabs."

"I am not asking!" T-1200 said, shaking both hands in front of himself. "I am merely pointing out the obvious."

"I have eyes on you," Hannah said. "You sound a lot like my friend Bob when we first met; the whole obvious part."

"I met this Bob long,long, long ago," T-1200 lied. "In the same house for 18 years."

"Hm," Hannah said. "Sounds reasonable."

"That is because it is," T-1200 said.

"What makes you think I am developing feelings for Bob?" Hannah asks.

"Your pupils and voice changes when speaking about Bob," T-1200 said.

Hannah has a nervous laugh rubbing the side of her shoulder.

"Do not!" Hannah denies.

"Oh well," T-1200 said. "Does this Bob have a last name?"

"Connor," Hannah said.

"Sounds great," T-1200 said. "My name is boring. It is Nathan Ford."

"Nathan isn't a boring name," Hannah said. "My dad's name is Nathan." Hannah turns towards the dark inside of the building. "Now, Bob and I don't have a job.  I don't have a job offer up for me so I might need to leave town and go job searching. Can't say the same for Bob."

"What do you mean?" T-1200 said.

"He is a suspect," Hannah said.

"Explain to me how," T-1200 said.

"Cops think he was part of a inside bank robbery that went foul," Hannah explains.

"A criminal," T-1200 said. "How unrudely petty."

"He's such a nice guy but..." Hannah said.

"But?" T-1200 asks.

"Nice guys can be the hidden and dangerous criminals nobody wants," Hannah said.

"Do you know where Bob lives?" T-1200 asks.

"Well," Hanna said. "One time we had to test out some new security systems and he offered his house."

T-1200 smiles.

"It must have been a great time," T-1200 said.

"Are you kidding?" Hannah asks. "It was fantastic!"

"I can't read minds," T-1200 said.

"No one can," Hannah said. "Except the incredibly gifted."

T-1200 laughs.

"Yeah, right," T-1200 said.

"I gotta go,Mr...." Hannah starts but did not finish.

"Mr Baxter," T-1200 said.

"Nice speaking with you, Mr Baxter,"  Hannah said. "Might see you around!"

Hannah left leaving T-1200.

"Located: Potential ally," T-1200 said, as words appear in his line of vision on his red viewing screen. Hannah, by this time, is driving. "Discovered: T-800's secondary weakness."

Honestly Hannah thought T-1200 is beyond weird than how Bob was when she first met him.