A Time Travellers Wife

Chapter 1 - My life so far

Dear diary,

The year is now 2100, and a company called Time-Turner has just launched a prototype of a new kind of vehicle, called "The Moment". I personally think this is a silly name, as this contraption is what you would call a time-machine, having the ability to travel forwards or backwards in time. So whoever came up with that name deserves to be shot. Anyway, not everything is perfect, and being the first of its kind, it has some problems. In order to test this machine out, the CEO of the company Time-Turner, my husband, has volunteered to be the test pilot in an attempt to iron out all, or at least some of the faults and issues it might have.

In order to keep in contact with me, my husband invented this special telegram device which can receive telegrams from "The Moment", so every couple of weeks he will send me a page filled with the things he has done and encountered. Inside the vehicle, it attempts to keep track of the real time back home, where I am, so each telegram has the date printed on it. I look forward to each of his messages because I miss him so much, and anything that allows me to feel like I'm there with him on all of his crazy adventures, helps quite a lot.

However, a few months ago these dates began to come from all over the place, I would get something from early July in the middle of May, and so on. I didn't think much of it at the time, I thought he was just trying to be funny like he always is. Then one day, totally off schedule, I get a telegram that had the right day, and even the right month, but the year was 2200. There wasn't anything obviously wrong in this message, although he was wording things weirdly, and spelling simple things wrong, but other than that it was just a normal message. I just assumed that the telegraph machine had a glitch or something, so I passed it off as nothing of significance. It has now been a few months since that I received that last telegram, and I've started believing it is the last one I'll ever get. I have officially given up all hope that one day my husband will come back home.

One year later...

Dear diary,

So it has been a year since my last diary entry, and I have decided that I'll give it another shot. My therapist told me that reading over his old telegrams, which I had made into a notebook on the last day of writing in my diary, will help me to recover. I don't feel like it will, but for once I think I'll listen to someone's advice. Ever since I gave up on waiting for the next telegram from him, I have neglected the outside world. I have stopped talking to my friends, and even my family. Gosh, the more I think about it, the more I realise that my therapist has a point, that maybe I should face my fears and tackle this depression head-on.

You know, I can't wait to sit down and just read through the notebook I put together. I want to be able to picture all the silly things he did, in and out of that damn machine. I can only picture all of the fun he has had in that time machine; going back to years like 2012 when some silly people actually believed the world was going to end, or forwards in time to places no-one has ever seen before. But I have been on a wild, emotional roller-coaster today, and I do not want to lose all the progress I have made with my therapist. So, I'll save the stories for another day, for when I'm a little more emotionally stable.