Always A Guest Never The Host

Number 1

George said goodbye to Wilbur as he walked out of the old house. The one where George had had his last words to the man he loved before Wilbur had done that horrible thing to him.

Wilbur responded with a nod and walked down George's driveway.

Wilbur walked down the sidewalk for about ten minutes before he stumbled upon a young man.

"Oh, hello there! Do you know where someone named George Davidson lives?"

"Um, yeah he's down the side walk in the old gray house"

"Okay thank you!"

Wilbur wanted to know how this strange man knew George. He kind of looked about the same age as George, maybe a little younger. He figured he was probably a friend and walked on.

Karl lightly knocked on the door.

"Hm? Who Is it?"

"Karl Jacobs! May I come in?"

"Oh uh. Sure?"

Karl opened the door and waved at George.

"Hello there! Karl here! Karl is here to change history!"

George paused. There was a tight feeling in his gut as if to say "Don't let him in George-"

George then let him in.

Sometimes looking back at this moment George regrets doing what he did.

Karl pushed past George. Seemingly in a hurry.

"Alright George, I need you to do exactly as I say! You understand? I'm in a hurry here, we only have a little amount of time."

"Ok"

"Alright. Go upstairs and grab the phone"

"How do you know about the phone? -"

"Duh! It's the main part of your story! Now go upstairs! come on, shoo, shoo!"

Karl pushed George up the old staircase and into George's bedroom.

"Okay so I just grab the phone? -"

"Yes. And think about Clay."

"So, grab the phone and think about Clay?"

"Yes, you need a strong connection to him otherwise you'll end up somewhere weird and completely different! In this case it might be some random place in 1970 or A phone manufacturing company! Maybe even Clay's grave."

"Yeesh alright-"

George focused on Dream. The Flowers. The way he felt about Dream. The handprints. A wave of sadness roared over him. Karl noticed and attempted to calm George.

"Hey? It's alright, okay? You'll see him in just a sec! I promise"

George smiled.

"Thanks Karl."

"No problem!"

George started to think about Karl from the flower shop. He knew that dream had said that he's even the one that gave Clay the Calendulas. He started to think about whether Karl Jacobs was Flower shop Karl but younger...? Or maybe from the past!

"No."