Getting to know each other

I re-materialized, gun in hand, ready for anything - an army, a bear, Godzilla, bigfoot, aliens, anything. But all was quiet. Then "You again." it was Oleck, "well you are looking better."

"It's been a few days." I said, testing the water.

"No, it was only last night that you fell unconscious in the road."

"Oh," I glanced at my watch, "that was almost a week ago in my time."
"Your time?"

"Yes, I've been to quite a few places time-travelling."

"About this time travel business."

"You still don't believe me?" I smiled assuringly, not really caring if he believe me yet.

"I consider myself somewhat logical."

"So you don't believe me?"

"There is no other logical explanation other than time-travel, that being the only possibility you present me."
"So you do believe me."

"Somewhat, but what is it like?"
"Travelling?"
"Yes,"

I paused, "you will find out in the future."

"You mean I travel through time?" he was somewhat intrigued.

"As far as I know, only for a couple seconds."

"That will be quite exciting."

"It gets boring."
"Does it?"
"Yes, sometimes I have to spend 24 hours in almost complete darkness."

"Ah," he considered this for a moment, "so what is the future like? Is life different?"

"There is a lot more free time."

"So all of life is a Sunday?"
"LOL, no. We still work forty hours a week."

"That is much less. But what does 'el oh el' mean?"

"Oh, it stands for 'laugh out loud'. It is what we say when something is funny."

"Can't you tell by the fact that the person is just laughing?"

I was taken aback. How could one answer such a question to someone who had never seen a computer, let alone sent a text message, or even an email? I tried anyway, "in the future, technology will allow us to send letters to people all over the world instantly."

"That is ridiculous."
"Yes, I know, and a waste of time sometimes."

"But what about you? What is your life like in the future?"
"It wasn't very exciting until recently. I discovered a giant cookie, though."

"A cookie?"

"Yeah,"

"What is a cookie?"
Again, how could I answer? "It is like a...biscuit, except with a lot of sugar added."

"Ah, to have one of those would be excellent! You could end hunger all over the world!"

"Exactly, but I'm not too sure anymore. It may be poisonous."

He thought about this for a while as we walked to wherever he was going, then he asked, "do we win?"

"Win what?"

"This war."

I wondered whether I ought to tell him or not, "yes," I hesitated, "we win."

"And what happens?"
I told him how we become a great nation, a beacon for Democracy, etc. He seemed quite satisfied. "And what about my father?"

"Your father?"
"Yes, the one who is in prison. Does he survive?"
"I, I-," I stuttered, "I don't know."

"Well is he famous? Does he become a hero? Is he in the history books?" I recalled his statement that his father was more eloquent than many of the Founding Fathers.

I shook my head, "I have never heard of him before." Oleck looked extremely disturbed by such news.

Then the sucking feeling came, "Oh, got to go."

"When will I see you again?"
"I have no idea, maybe in a couple minutes, maybe in, well, actually, in less than three months, probably sooner." and then I was in darkness again.