When Carol recovered, she was still confused even after the situation was explained to her. She was sitting up in the bed in the room The Professor had provided her inside the time machine. Ebenezer was at her side. "Ebbie, you look so old!"
"Ten years of worrying about what happened to you, really aged me."
"Actually, I think you look sexier. You know, more mature. I still can't believe any of this. And is it true that you've given up all your criminal activities? I guess that makes all the pain I'm feeling now worth it."
"Yeah, I left that world. No more drug dealing. But without you, I had no place to go. Nothing to do but hoard my money. Ten years of misery, but it is all forgotten seeing you alive and well again." Ebbie leaned in and kissed her forehead.
The Professor came into the room interrupting them. "I'm glad to see you're feeling better.
"I am. I guess I owe it all to you."
"And to your friend there who never stopped thinking about you," The Professor said nodding toward Ebenezer. "Now you have a decision to make. When do you want to return to your life?"
"Well, I guess as soon as possible."
"You misunderstood my question. It is not when do you want to leave here. It is when or rather at what point in time do you want to return to your life. Do you want to go back to when you left the bar which has all kinds of implications for the future that came after that, or do you want to go back to the future we came from where you have been missing for ten years?
"Oh my gosh, I hadn't thought of all that. You mean, I can actually go to the future and pick up a life with this older Ebbie?"
"Actually, that might be the safer option. Less apt to cause a disruption in the time continuum," The Professor explained.
"I'm thinking if I go back to the younger Ebbie, he'll probably continue in a life of crime. Besides, I think I prefer the older Ebbie if he'll have me."
"Nothing would make me happier. I've been waiting ten years to say this. Could I interest you in accompanying me to Joe's Christmas party?"
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Christmas at Joes
Kısa HikayeI read somewhere that when you stop believing in Santa Clause, you get underwear for Christmas. Well, I'm not going to give you just any underwear. I'm giving you my Christmas shorts. A collection of short Christmas stories. Some romances, some hum...
