You start to work on the machine.

Your first step was check all the components, a tad difficult because you didn't have any of your usual equipment, having left it behind for the sake of not polluting the timeline. Can't have a cowboy or a caveman suddenly stumble onto it while you're out and about, after all.

"Ugh," you struggled with prying open a panel with your hands.

You started to look around the house for some sort of item to pry it off. Luckily, you found a tool box in the garage, but it wasn't nearly as expansive as your own. A hammer, some screwdrivers, and assorted junk lay in the box. You returned to the machine and pulled the panel off, taking a look inside, the electronic components would be hard to come by, but there's bound to be a specialty store somewhere that has comparable microchips and transistors.

"But that all assumes I figure out why it broke in the first place. Otherwise if I try it again, I can get trapped somewhere else, possibly even more primitive than here." you remarked.

Your stomach began growling, and you raided the kitchen. There wasn't any perishable food in there, since the owners were away, but there were a few cans of SPAM that you helped yourself to.

"I'm going to need money... which means I'm gonna need a job if I'm going to keep myself alive long enough to get home, let alone pay for all the equipment I need." you sighed. "I think they're pretty lax in this time period, so there won't be many questions, but I don't know what the hell I'm going to wear."

You turned your attention to the closet. The capris and blouse were by far the outlier in this woman's fashion. The closet was brimming with dresses, skirts and heels, your search only yielding one pair of flats. You had hoped that the man's shoes would fit, but alas, the guy had giant feet. Marie's shoes were tight, but they could work in a pinch (literally). The underwear was also a bad situation, with only the panties being in your size, and the bras to, but you weren't planning on wearing them.

However, the crazy day had taken a lot out of you, and you were bushed. You decided to sleep in your underwear as to preserve the outfit for use tomorrow, and you started to move the time machine into a nearby room, a study, so you could lock it away from prying eyes.

Meanwhile, Carol kept glancing out the window towards Marie's house, still unsure about this subletting situation. Sure, Carol wasn't entitled to know _everything _that Marie did, but Carol was sure that Marie would have told her about something that important, especially since they were friends. As she put her hair up in curlers, Steve looked up from the book he was reading to find Carol staring out the window.

"Honey, are you still watching Bob and Marie's house? I'm sure their tenant is a fine person, they wouldn't have subletted otherwise." Steve said.

"I'm not so sure." Carol said.

"So you're going to watch their house for the entire year until they get back?"

"Of course not! But I'm going to get to know this... Erica woman. Maybe I'll invite her over for lunch to talk..."

"All right, dear." Steve turned out the light as Carol climbed into bed next to him.

At the same time, your head hit the pillow as your mind raced with the ideas on how to gain the necessary funds to repair the time machine.