"Positively! It winds up being very important for that that you were an abolitionist who actually stopped owning slaves during your lifetime; that bites a lot of your contemporaries' legacies, especially Jefferson."

He looks pleased at that. "Well, there are two obvious routes around that--one is to frontload further experiments in resurrection and strategy about how to unveil it, and then capitalize on my existing reputation; the other is to catch up on the modern--that is to say, present, rather than my time or yours--political landscape and attempt to perform social engineering from a new identity--which I suspect would still be my forte, but I could be mistaken." 

"You are probably way better at politics than me even without the advantage of being Ben Franklin," acknowledges Cam. "I think since you don't have any weird resurrection-related symptoms these kids' mom is next," he gestures at the location of Lucy, and at Wilbur, "but after that I'm happy to perform more, and in between I can provide whatever research material would be handy - lemme find you a booklist about the history of the nineteenth century -" He rummages in his computer. "Do you want these paper copy or on a device like this?"

"--Paper for until I figure out the device." 

"You got it." Stack of books. "Let me know if you need help with all the dialect shifts over time or wanna follow up on a reference or anything."

"Understood." 

"Shall I go ahead and get your mom now?" Cam asks the twins.

"Yesyesyeysyesyesplease." 

Nod. 

Cam starts setting up a second resurrection.

Ben Franklin watches, fascinated. 

As long as he doesn't look like he's gonna touch anything!

Here is the pre-mauling yet dead body of Mom Whatley. Here is a magic spell.

Her eyes blink open. 

She sits up. 

Her eyes light on Cam. 

"Who are you? Where am I?" 

"Hello! My name is Cam and your kids are over there."

She twists around and looks. Her eyes light on Wilbur and then trace along the floor until they successfully alight on the place where Lucy is standing. 

"Wilbur? Lucy? What happened?" 

Instead of answering, Lucy makes an inhuman-sounding noise and surges forward, and scoops her mother up into the air in a many-limbed hug. 

"Lots of things have happened," Wilbur says. "I'll fill you in on the details later, but--Cam is from another dimension, he has the power to conjure arbitrary material objects as long as they're well-specified enough--he managed better copies of Grandfather's books, cobbled together a resurrection ritual and tested it on Benjamin Franklin." 

...Lavinia follows her son's gaze towards Ben Franklin, who she briefly gapes at. 

"I thought he wouldn't object," explains Cam.

"I do not," Ben Franklin says, standing up and bowing. "Good day, dear lady, and may your return to the land of the living be as fortuitous as I have found my own." 

"--Benjamin Franklin just called me dear lady," she says, burying her face in her daughter's side with a giggle. "And here I thought I had come to expect anything life could throw at me." 

Cam grins and wags his tail. "Can I get you anything, Ms. Whatley?"

"Uh--well, I'll want food and a change of clothes at some point--where are we, this is not the house." 

"It's a space station. I'm from an alternate universe in which it is the year 2159. Lemme know whenever you get hungry."

"Will do. Why are we in space? Is that simply the done thing in 2159?"