Chapter Four
“What all do you want to know, little girl?” John asked as he leaned back in his chair.
I didn’t know quite how to reply.
Uncle Jeff answered for me, much to my surprise, “Was it Area 51?”
“No,” John answered quickly. “Area 51 hasn’t responded yet, but after that little party, they should show up at any second.”
Alex looked worried. “Which is why we have to leave soon,” he finished.”
“I don’t get it!” Tad interjected. “What or who is Area 51?”
I rolled my eyes at my brother’s stupidity but waited for John and Alex’s explanation.
“They’re like the police,” John said slowly. “They were established in the twentieth century when aliens were first recorded to show up.”
“But that’s impossible!” I said.
John fixed me with a very stern look. “Little girl, you’re impossibilities have just become apart of your reality. Now, I wasn’t quite finished with my speech when you rudely interrupted.
“Aliens have been visiting Earth a lot longer then Area 51 has been around. How else would we explain Stonehenge, pyramids, and such?”
Alex picked up where John left off, “Area 51’s myth began when time-traveling became a possibility, a threat.”
“Time traveling, how realistic,” I drawled.
“Found a loophole for saying impossible, doll?” John raised an eyebrow. “I don’t want to hear anything else from you until you pose a question or put forth viable and helpful information, ‘kay?”
Alex ignored us and kept talking. “You can tell someone’s traveling through clicks. Less then two percent of the entire, and I do mean entire, human population can hear them.”
Clicks? That explained why they hadn’t interrupted anyone else but me. But, hadn’t Henry asked me about those same clicks before I left for dinner? Yes, of course he had! He must of thought himself absolutely insane when he heard clicks when no one else around him could.
“Back to an Area 51 related topic, please,” I requested. “I would like to know who did this if it wasn’t them.”
John shrugged. “No idea, but whoever it was wants people certified for time traveling.”
I gave him a quizzical look.
“People who can hear the clicks. They’re the kind of people who can run around the time vortex without negative side affects.”
Time vortex. Right. That was proven scientifically false in the earlier part of my current century. But, impossibilities were my new reality, so I’d roll with it.
“How’d y’all get your machine stolen?” I wondered.
“Story for another day, doll,” Alex said. “Story for another day.”
I rolled my eyes and thought of Henry. They, whoever they were, wanted me not for my association with John but because I could travel through time. Henry, who could also “run around in the time vortex” had to have been in serious danger.
I scooted back from the table and dashed towards the door. I gave no explanation to anyone. Instead, I headed towards Station B.
“Little girl!” John called. “Where are you going?”
I heard two chairs scrape across the floor. In my mind’s eye I could see John and Alex’s panicked expressions.
“Henry,” I breathed. “I have to make sure Henry’s okay. He can hear the clicks!”
John and Alex began to sprint. They caught up to me quickly.
“Where’s he at?” Alex demanded.
“Station B.”
“Quickest way there?”
“The Skyline,” a wave of nausea washed over me. “But, I, I can’t take the Skyline.”
“Why not?” John asked.
“I’m scared to death of heights.”
Alex wrapped an arm around me. “We’ll keep you safe,” he whispered. “Can you lead the way?”
I nodded slowly then ran.
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Time Heros
HumorSophie is a normal run of the mill, twenty-eighth century girl. She works summers at her uncle Jeff's camp, and believes, like most people, that time travel is impossible. That is, until she meets John and Alex. Within hours of meeting, the two boys...
