Timeless Lovers

Chapter 3

It is 12 o'clock so guess what that means? We are going to take a walk back in time. Literally. I'm constantly thinking to myself: what if the street doesn't take you back in time anymore? What if Gabrielle isn't there? What if this is all in my mind and I'm actually dreaming? What if? What if? What if?! I just have to build up the courage in myself to go. I run my way downtown and pass to the claustrophobic alleyway. Everything is "normal";lights reflecting off puddles that are fringed around everywhere; crumbly, wrecked brick roads that give off an old aesthetic. The only thing that is different is that it is a lot busier than the night before and there are a couple of cars. Obviously, they belong to rich people because the assembly line wasn't invented until the 1920s which then made it cheaper for people to buy cars. I'm a lot more formally dressed than the other people on the street who are wearing grey caps, a white, dirty shirt with a waistcoat and trousers with holes in them.

One of the cars on the bricky road makes an immediate stop by me. So much so that the car jolts immensely. A woman with brown hair with a black band and a white bird's feather sticking out of her band opens the door. She is also wearing a glittery black and golden dress that looks way too short for her with black heels.

"You must be going to the party," she says.

I nod and smile back to her.

"Would you like a lift?" she asks.

I wasn't quite sure what to do with this proposal. I mean she could be going to a completely different party to me. Additionally, some of the car windows are covered with blinds. If I got in, how would I remember the route to come back home? And did I mention you should never trust a stranger. I mean this car has free candy written all over it.

"No, that is quite alright thanks" I say.

"Oh come on my husband saw you walking on the street and we would like to give you a lift".

I wonder whether he is actually her husband or did he just brainwash her. Or is this how they get people in the car and mug them. She was begging for me to come in and I felt like I was letting her down.

"Oh okay". I say.

I get in the car cautiously and the seats have bumps in them. The colour is a nice warm minty colour. She sits in the front with her husband who is driving and I sit in the back. I check if there are no locks on the door so if I need to make an escape I can do so. The husband is dressed up in a suit and tie which completes his car and he has curlyish brown hair with blue eyes. He stares me down through the wind mirror.

The husband speaks with an American accent which makes me feel warm as I haven't met anyone from here who originates where I am from. It makes this place feel more like home.

"So, how are you-"

"John. I'm doing... Wait, you are American?!" I ask.

"Well of course! Why would you say that?" he asks.

"I don't know why. I guess it is just... I haven't met anyone who is like me from here." I say.

"You are American too. Where are you from?" he asks.

"Texas. But I'm actually English. I just live in America," I say.

"California" he replies.

"Sorry I didn't catch any of your names" I say.

"I'm Harrison and this is my wife Marion".

Of course it is. There has to be some link to my brother somehow. I'm surprised the wife's name isn't Venessa.

We turn up at the place and it is in a rural place. The place also looks golden whereas the other houses connected to it are dark. Considering this party is supposed to have rich people attending it it doesn't look like a rich place. Harrison ushers Marion and I into the building.