In a review by bookreview.com, the reviewer wrote: "Tomorrow's Past, written by Jude Liebermann, is an all-encompassing fantastical story about one woman who travels back in time to prevent World War III...Overall, it seemed to me that the story was more about Mickaila's daily experiences and the time she spent with her newly found friend Brett, than with her mission. Mickaila [the heroine] approached everything with a childlike innocence and Liebermann's writing flourished here. I enjoyed her description of Mickaila's awakening while in "our time" and believe this is a strong point in her writing..."

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They drove to Brett's apartment in silence. Mickaila was still in awe of everything she saw and spent her time gazing out of the window. They pulled up to his apartment, and he watched as Mickaila let herself out of the car and even managed to lock it. By the time he got out of the car and headed for the trunk, she was staring at the sky. When she didn't move, he called her name. She glanced at him in surprise.
"What is it with the sky?" His gaze never left her face as he unlocked the trunk.
Mickaila just stared at him for a while before looking back up at the sky. Brett obviously took the beauty of his world for granted. "In my world the sky is not this beautiful. The ozone layer is almost completely gone, and the air is toxic. It is not this magnificent blue with white clouds but a light purple." She stopped and took a deep breath. Brett was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "At least I was told you could not breathe it. I had never been out of the compound before this. That is why I enjoy the air so much. I am used to recycled air." She paused to take a deep breath. "Not this. I can smell so much. Probably things you are so used to that you do not even smell anymore. I can smell the flowers and the leaves."
And the smog, Brett finished the sentence in his mind and smiled. Taking a deep breath himself, he shrugged. It wasn't that bad right then. He looked back to Mickaila as she knelt down and pulled some grass, placing it to her face. "I can smell this. Mostly, what I can smell I cannot even identify." She was still in her kneeling position and looked up at Brett. As he glanced down at her, he saw a tear slide down her cheek.
Brett stared at the tear for a moment. Without realizing he did it, he walked over to her and knelt down in front of her. Taking the grass from her fingers, he lifted it to his face. Still looking at her, he inhaled.
"You don't have grass where you come from?"
She shook her head. "We have trees and plants, but everything smells different here."
Brett had the strongest urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. He wanted to teach her everything, but how would she respond? Would she welcome his embrace or would his boldness scare her? She was more naive than any virgin he had ever known. Instead he reached out his hand and wiped the tear away, drawing his fingers across her cheek as he withdrew. He then held out his hand. Mickaila paused and then put her hand in his. As they stood, Brett was reluctant to let go of her hand. Mickaila looked down at their joined hands, then lifted them and pressed his hand to her mouth. Brett's eyes widened as she kissed his palm. Still holding his hand, she looked into his eyes.
"That was a kiss?"
He nodded. "One form of it."
"What other forms are there?"
Brett shrugged, and Mickaila smiled as she stepped closer. Leaning toward him, she kissed him lightly on the mouth.
"Is that the only other one?"
The groan formed in his throat and moved upward. Mickaila's eyes slightly widened at the sound, but they flew open as his arms came around her and pressed her against his hard body. She tilted her head for the kiss but was surprised when she felt his tongue move into her mouth. She tried to push away, but Brett tightened his grip as he moved one hand up her back to her neck.
Mickaila was shocked. She certainly hadn't read anything about what Brett was doing to her. After the shock started to wear off, she became aware of other feelings. She could feel his hands caressing her back and neck, and his mouth was causing strange sensations to erupt in her body. She couldn't identify the new feelings, but she was beginning to feel warm all over and maybe even a little dizzy. She started to meet his tongue with her own. She closed her eyes and pressed her body even closer.
When Brett finally pulled back, Mickaila opened her eyes and met his gaze. They were mere inches apart, and she slowly became aware that her arms were locked behind his neck. She couldn't recall putting them there. As she unsteadily took a step back, her cheeks felt hot. Actually, her whole body felt hot. Was she sick? She had never had a cold her whole life. Was the air bad for her? She hadn't thought about that. There might be airborne bacteria that her immune system would be unable to fight off. She wavered and Brett clasped a hand to her arm.
"Are you OK?"
"I do not think so. I feel strange." The more she thought about something attacking her immune system, the more worried she became. Of course, it would be the one thing neither she nor Dexter had thought of that ended up ruining her mission.
Brett smiled as he realized what she meant. That kiss had him unbalanced as well. He had never had such strong chemistry with a woman before. When the thought had crossed his mind to take her right there in the parking lot, he had pulled away.
"You feel warm and your body is tingling?"
"Yes, how did you know?"
"There's nothing wrong with you. What you feel is desire."
"Desire?" Her head was already clearing up and the warmth was leaving her. "I think I need to read that dictionary."
Brett chuckled. For someone with no experience, she sure knew how to respond. She was obviously a fast learner.
"We better get everything inside."
She nodded as she walked to his trunk. Between the two of them, they managed to get everything inside with one trip. They carried everything into Brett's bedroom and put it all in the closet.
They walked back into the living room. On impulse he walked to his desk and picked up his dictionary. He flipped through the pages until he found the word he was looking for. He handed the open book to Mickaila.
"Here's the definition of desire." He pointed to the column it was in.
She sat at his desk and scanned the column until she found the word, and then she read the long definition. At first it didn't make much sense, but then she got to the last few sentences.

1. Conscious impulse toward something that promises enjoyment or satisfaction in the attainment. 2. Longing, craving; sexual urge or appetite.

She stopped at that point. She had a sexual urge? Flipping through the pages, she looked up sex. Scanning the definition she stopped on intercourse and to arouse the sexual desires of. She then looked up intercourse. After looking up a few more words, Mickaila came to the conclusion she was sexually attracted to Brett. She just needed to know exactly what sex entailed.
Mickaila closed the dictionary and rose to replace the book on the shelf. Brett had gone into the kitchen to make a cup of instant coffee. When he walked back into the living room, she was practically blushing.
"So, you discovered what desire means?"
She slowly nodded, and he chuckled. The blush was certainly becoming.
"Did you have your brother change his flight?" She asked him.
Brett stared at her for a moment before he realized what she meant. He had almost forgotten about it. "I don't know." Brett walked over to the phone and checked his answering machine. There weren't any messages. "Well, they didn't call while we were out. If he didn't change it, I can only hope you are crazy." He had been humoring her all day about being from the future, but he still didn't believe it. How could he?
"What time did you say it crashes?"
"It was cleared for take off at 9:35. It crashed right after take off."
Brett picked up the remote and turned on the TV. After turning it to the 24-hour news channel, he noticed it was almost 6:00. With the time change, the crash was supposed to happen at 6:35 p.m. Pacific Standard Time. He sat on the couch to wait and watched as Mickaila sat in the chair across from him.
"You wanted to know if my mother is nice, well you'll be finding out. Her flight gets in around 8:00 tonight. She's stopping for a few days on her way to Hawaii, where she'll be vacationing for two weeks. I hear it's a great place but never really wanted to visit there myself."
Mickaila smiled. It would be nice to meet his mother. She sat and listened as he talked about growing up with his twin brother. Since they were so engrossed in their conversation, they almost missed the broadcast.
"There it is." Mickaila pointed and Brett turned up the volume. He slowly stood as he saw the picture of a plane consumed in fire.
"This just in, USAir flight 405 crashed right after take off at LaGuardia Airport in New York. The flight was delayed for over an hour before it was cleared for take off at 9:35 p.m. Eastern Standard Time. We don't have the number of casualties as of yet, for the plane is still engulfed in flames. Fire fighters are attempting to control the fire at this time... We will be transferring to-"
Brett's legs gave out from beneath him. Luckily the couch was behind him and he landed heavily. He looked up at Mickaila.
"You are from the future... Oh, God, I don't know if Adam changed flights." For the first time in his life, he wanted to cry, but he fought the tears fiercely.
Brett stared at her in amazed shock. He suddenly was afraid of her. This beautiful amazon was from the future. Now he wasn't as sure he wouldn't rather her be crazy.
"Are you the only one who came through time?"
Mickaila smiled, happy that he finally believed her. The smile turned to a frown when his question sunk in. Her eyes dropped to her bracelet.
"As far as I know, yes."
"What does that mean?"
"It is too complicated to go into." She hedged.
"Mickaila, why don't you level with me?"
"It is not necessary for you to know."
"If we are to be friends, you can't keep secrets from me. Don't you want my help? If you aren't lying to me, you have no one else," he harshly replied.
Mickaila sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "Brett, I know you are curious and you want to help, but I am not supposed to tell anyone about the future."
"What about the plane crash?"
"Well, I had to prove myself, and you could not have done anything about that."
"Well, what's the point? You are here to change the future. By doing that, you are endangering your very existence. What would it matter what else we change?"
She stared at him and bit her lip. She didn't like the looks he was giving her, but she couldn't let her growing feelings for him compromise why she was there. If she didn't succeed in her mission, she would have left her family in vain. "Because maybe what you change would contradict what I have to change. Then my mission would be a failure. My knowledge of the future is very limited. I only have one chance at this."
"Why only one chance?"
"I must complete my mission in eight days. If I fail and the chain reaction occurs, I cannot stop it. As I said, my knowledge is limited of the future... If anything happens, the final battle will occur."
"What do you mean, if anything happens?"
"If something should happen to me."
"Why would anything happen to you?" At her evasive look, he became impatient. "Damn it, level with me. Are you the only one who came through?"
"I hope so!" She nearly yelled her response, but then clamped her mouth shut. Having spoken it aloud, she could no longer deny the possibility to herself.
Brett opened his mouth but closed it when his eyes moved back to the TV.
"... Rescue operations have begun in an attempt to find survivors. Due to the darkness and coldness of the lake, this could take hours..."
Brett turned it off, but he didn't want to look up at Mickaila. He also didn't want to look at the phone. He was terrified of it ringing, and as if on queue, it did. He sucked in his breath and shook his head. He couldn't move.
Mickaila watched him for a moment and then walked over to the desk and picked up the phone. She stared at it for a moment remembering how Brett had used it the night before. She held it up to her ear.
"Yes?"
Brett listened but would not look at her.
"Hold on a minute..." She walked over to Brett and kneeled in front of him. "Brett..." She waited for him to look at her. He reluctantly met her gaze. "It is your mother."
He sprang out of the chair and flew across the room. "Mom, did Adam change flights?" He was too relieved to hear her voice to ask why she wasn't in the air.
"No, but honey, he missed the flight. We left the house on time, but the traffic was terrible. Then my car got a flat tire, and he figured it was too much trouble. I didn't think anything of it either, so I didn't call you back... Honey, I just heard. How did you know?"
Brett felt the tears well in his eyes. "Oh, Mom, I was so afraid."
"Brett, how did you know?" She repeated.
"Oh, uh, I had a nightmare. I just didn't want him on that plane. Did he get out on another flight?"
"Yes, there was another one leaving in two hours. I just barely missed my flight also, and all the other flights were booked. I've been on standby, but my flight is about to board. I had to call you first, since I didn't want you worrying. I'm sorry I didn't call you back this afternoon. I honestly didn't think it was anything."
"That's OK, Mom. I'm just glad he's alright. So, you'll be coming in later tonight? What flight?" He wrote down the information and told her he'd see her then. Once he had hung up the phone, he couldn't move at first.
Mickaila watched him as he spoke to his mother. Before hanging up, he told her that he loved her. It sounded so natural when he said it. It was obviously something he said to her often. Mickaila had not been able to tell Kara that she loved her as often as she would have liked. She wished she could have raised her daughter in Brett's world. She envied the loving family he was raised in.
When he hung up the phone, she waited patiently for him to turn around. She stepped closer, but his voice halted her.
"Adam had no intention of changing planes, but he missed the flight." Brett had never cried before in his life. He had always thought only women cried. He sensed Mickaila standing close to his right arm. He turned towards her and wrapped his arms around her. His face came down and he pressed his cheek to the side of her head and let the tears come.
At first Mickaila flinched. She still was not used to a man embracing her. It had been different when he kissed her, since her desire for him had taken over. Fighting the initial reaction to push away from him, Mickaila returned the embrace. Without realizing it, she lifted her hand to stroke his hair.
"Thank you." He choked.
Mickaila knew she hadn't done anything. His brother had never been on that plane. Whether he had warned him or not, his brother had been destined to miss that flight. That thought troubled her. Though she had interfered, she had not changed the future. Maybe what happened would happen no matter what she did to prevent it. It was a gloomy thought, and she tried to push it from her mind.
"At least your brother was not on the plane."
"Yeah." Abruptly, Brett pulled away and walked past her. He went into the kitchen and splashed cold water on his face. As he dried his face on the dishtowel, he thought about the woman in the next room. She was either from the future or extremely psychic. Which was easier to believe? He'd never met either before and had nothing to use as comparison, but he wanted to believe her.
Walking back into the living room, he headed for the bar. He could feel Mickaila watching as he mixed himself a drink. He sat down on the couch and put his feet up. After taking a long sip of his drink, he looked at Mickaila.
"Well, we have almost five hours until my mother gets in. Would you like a drink?"
She shook her head as she sat in the chair next to the couch. Brett leaned over and picked up the remote. Turning on the TV and switching it to one of the pay channels, they watched a movie.

At 10:30 Brett switched the TV back to the news station. He waited until they talked about the plane crash, and it only took about ten minutes.
"Rescue attempts for USAir flight 405 have been canceled. It has been confirmed there are 28 survivors of the 51 people aboard the aircraft. All four of the crew survived the crash, but four of the passengers have not been recovered..."
Brett turned off the television and slowly turned his head to Mickaila. She was watching him carefully.
"Pretty good memory you got there. You even remembered how many people were missing."
She shrugged uncomfortably. "They could show up. I just did not read that far."
He nodded absently. Standing, he felt for his keys, which weren't in his pockets. He spotted them on the counter.
"I have to get to the airport. Don't know what I'm going to tell my mother about you." He left without giving her a second glance.
After he left, Mickaila picked up the dictionary. Maybe she could get some reading done while he was gone.

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