...2:39 PM...Pureville...

...May 25th,2015...

"What about love?" John asks, as the kittens are fast asleep in his lap.

"There are various definitions for love," Uncle Bob said. "Be specific."

"A warm fluffy feeling towards the very one important person in your life," John said.

"Which is you," Uncle Bob said.

"No,no,no," John said, shaking his hands.  "I don't mean THAT way!"

"Then what?" Uncle Bob asks.

"It is kind of hard to explain," John said, lowering his hands down right on the furry backs to the kittens. "It is mainly you care deeply for them."

"Sounds easy," Uncle Bob said, stopping at a no-kill shelter. "That definition of love is consistent with 80%  of the results."

"What about the other 20%?" John asks, stroking a snuggling kitten.

"Soul mates,"  Uncle Bob said, parking the truck. He unbuckles himself. "Give me the kittens."

The no-kill shelter has dark blinds covering the windows, a poster on the glass window in the middle of the door reading 'we love dogs, beware!' with a the image of a dog bone situated right under the text, and there are overgrown plants alongside the building. There is a sign above connected to several bars hooked down on the roof. The sign is technically a huge wide poster reading 'no-kill animal shelter'. Uncle Bob goes into the shelter holding the litter of kittens in his arms. How did he get in? Simple! Uncle Bob used his boot to gently push the door open so he wouldn't drop the kittens in his arms.

Buick Catlin,the manager of the no kill shelter, looks up from the old dog in her lap while sitting on a bean bag hearing the door chime.

"Meow," The calico kitten mews, lifting its head up.

Buick saw Uncle Bob.

"Isn't it the animal lover guy brought in another round of baby animals?" Buick asks.

"Affirmative," Uncle Bob said.

"Bob, you can stop acting like a robot," Buick said, with a laugh sliding the old dog onto the bean bag.

The old dog whines wagging his tail slightly.

"I try," Uncle Bob said.

"Meow," The calico kitten meows, walking over the little siblings carefully.

"Ah, where did you find them this time?" Buick asks.

"Under a stop light," Uncle Bob said.

"Come here, little fella's," Buick said, taking three of the sleeping kittens into her arms. Buick walks over to a playpen where playful kittens are playing with toys and some are sleeping all over the place in hilarious positions. One is asleep in the holes sticking halfway out of the playpen. "You are here until someone comes for you."

Uncle Bob slides the sleeping kitten out of the hole.

The sleeping kitten lands on their back with a plop.

Uncle Bob puts the rest of the kittens into the playpen.

"We're going to have to move these little guys to Houston for a better chance to get a forever home," Buick said. "It sickens me how owners leave their pets to die."

The three awakened kittens stroll about, some of them chase after another,a few play, and four of them are curled up asleep.

"It disgusts me, too," Uncle Bob said.

Buick sighs, turning towards Uncle Bob.

"Bob," Buick said. "Do you have a companion?"

"I have a dog named Maxy," Uncle Bob said.

"I meant girlfriend," Buick said.

"No," Uncle Bob said.

"If people treated their companions like boyfriends or girlfriends then we wouldn't have shelters," Buick said. "Unfortunately for me I can't adopt them all."

"Same here," Uncle Bob said.

"Come on, you have a dog," Buick said. "Dogs are incredibly loyal."

"I did not say he is mine," Uncle Bob said. "My sister's kid is the owner."

Buick turns towards Uncle Bob.

"Do you ever feel lonely for a companion?" Buick asks. "A human companion?"

"I have no need for a human companion," Uncle Bob said. "I would out live them."

"We all need companions," Buick said. "It is what makes us human."

The old dog nudges alongside Buick's leg.

"I have no experience in peer bonding," Uncle Bob said.

"Technically we are peer bonding," Buick said, petting along the old dog's back.

Five minutes afterwards Uncle Bob walks out of the no-kill shelter without any of the kittens in his arms. Did he really need a companion? A Terminator having a companion is not on any of the files in his processor. It must not really be that important  but maybe just maybe Terminators can develop feelings for another person or one of their kind. Uncle Bob gets into the truck, buckles up, and start the truck.

"By the way," John said.  "Mom said yes to spending the night with my pals."

"The Unbrandy Bunch?" Uncle Bob asks.

"Yes," John said,nodding.

Uncle Bob turns his head towards John with one of his still-in-need-of-work smiles.

"Excellent," Uncle Bob said.

The way Uncle Bob put it sounded like 'these are important boys in your future and against Skynet'.

"What's their role?" John asks.

"I can't say," Uncle Bob said, turning his head back towards the road.

"You can tell me!"  John said, as Uncle Bob drives out of the parking lot.  "I am going to be the leader of The Resistance!"

"You will be," Uncle Bob said.

"Yeah, same thing," John said. "I deserve to know."

"You will know after assembling The Resistance," Uncle Bob said. "A year after Judgement Day."

John sighs.

"Every time you say 'assembling' I think of Nick Fury assembling the Avengers," John admits.

"I cannot form a reply ," Uncle Bob said, driving down the road.

John looks at Uncle Bob in disbelief.

"Avengers?" John said. "Asgardians? Hulk? Hawkeye?  Iron Man? You know the movie I ordered you to take me to see last night?"

"I was busy computing how humans transforming into green giants can be possible," Uncle Bob said, looking at the review mirror. He saw a red car tailing after the Ford truck. "It is scientifically impossible."

"Nah, it is not," John said, as Uncle Bob drives over a lawn with garden gnomes.  The red car goes over the same gnomes breaking them in pieces. "Uncle Bob!" John grabs onto the handles scared for his dear life as the wheels bump over the garden decorations. "This is not the road!"

"There is no 'Hulk'," Uncle Bob said. "Bruce is fictional."

John sighs.

"That was a movie, Uncle Bob," John said. "In the movie industry anything is possible. Sharks flying in outer space, kabam!" John made a noise effect.  "Possible!" Uncle Bob drives through a garden with a red car on his tail. "Superman and Batman working together,there; it is possible! A remake of National Lampoon's Vacation; KABAM!" Uncle Bob gets back on the road. "Possible!"

Uncle Bob presses a button.

A rocket discharges out of the truck's rear then slams into the red car.

"Uncle Bob, why are you driving hectically?" John asks.

Uncle Bob looks out the rolled down window.

"We had a T-888 on our tail," Uncle Bob said,ducking back into the truck. "Keyword: terminated."

"A new Terminator?" John said, with wide eyes.

"Yes,"  Uncle Bob said.

"Does he look like you?" John asks.

"No," Uncle Bob said. "Every Model 102  is based on a different person such as the T-900 being a young woman. Every model being 101 are based on U.S. Air Force Chief Master Sergeant William Candy. "

"Interesting," John said. "I find it funny Skynet has sent a Terminator after John C. Kodek."

"I will tell Sarah Connor in the morning," Uncle Bob said. "Till then enjoy your sleeping party."

"Sleep over," John corrects Uncle Bob. "How could you tell there was a T-888 following us?"

"We have ways to detect other Terminators in the area," Uncle Bob said. "Leave it to me."

Uncle Bob parks in the drive way to the Unbrandy Bunch house.