A Different Set of Events

Chapter Nineteen

We arrived back at the still snow covered house in a few hours. Malcolm had given me his jacket to wear since I had jack squat. The cold weather woke me right up and Angus still kept me warm the whole ride. I wondered why he was so ampt on holding me. Never mind. I had bigger problems to worry about.

I was gonna have to tell them all how I got here. The time travel, the lies, the everything. Trust me when I say I was less than enthusiastic. We brought our luggage inside and out rushed Margaret to help.

"Gee Marg, not even a welcome back?" Bon asked.

"I can't welcome you back with suitcases in your arms!" she called out.

"Good point," he mumbled. After we got everything inside Margaret gave me a big hug.

"You came back! You didn't go home?"

"No," I said quietly.

"How'd you fare, love?"

"Fine."

"Just fine?" she asked.

"Well, I have something I need to tell you all," I whispered. My palms were sweaty and my heart pounded in my head.

"Alright everyone, I have an announcement to make, come to the kitchen if you wanna hear it," Malcolm called to us.

"You can tell us in a minute love, come on." Margaret took me to the kitchen where everyone else soon gathered.

"You all know Linda and I have been together for a while now," Malcolm started.

"Trust us Mal, we know." Mark said before making kissing noises. Everyone sans two laughed.

"First of all, up yours Mark. Second, we're getting married." Bon let out some sort of howl and slapped him on the back. Phil right away pulled bottles out of the fridge and Margaret gave him a hug.

"That's great Mal! Linda's a great woman."

"Hell yes," he answered smiling.

"I made you all a big welcome back meal, but I guess we can split it as a celebration meal too."

"Or you could make a second one," Phil joked. Margaret gave him a look. Phil cleared his throat. "We'll split it." Margaret nodded her head at him.

"Alright guys, dig in!"

During the meal there was talking, laughing, Mark made a toast along with a funny story to tell. Everyone was having a good time.

It made me sick.

I couldn't tell them now. I couldn't break their happiness with my news of dishonesty. They'd never forgive me for lying. Or leaving. Mostly lying, soon after they'd want me gone. I tried to hide my sour mood behind all the happiness. But Angus saw me tossing food around my plate and questioned me.

"Hey Hannah, you okay?" he asked quietly. I looked up at him, his eyes filled with concern.

"Y-yeah I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"What's wrong?" Bon asked. Angus gave Bon a look that said, 'ask her'. "Not hungry?"

"Guess not," I mumbled.

"Oh, you said you had something to tell us didn't you?" asked Margaret.

"You want to tell us something?" asked Malcolm.

"I'm sorry, go ahead Hannah, we're listening," said Margaret. Suddenly all eyes were on me. I hated all the attention. My face went white and my knuckles did too from gripping the fork. I swallowed my tongue and set my fork down.

"I'm not from here," I said slowly. They exchanged glances before looking at me again.

"We made that clear a month ago," Phil said. I shook my head.

"No I'm not from here. This time."

"What are you talking about?" Bon asked.

"I- I time traveled h- here." Silence.

"That's not possible," Mark dismissed.

"How can you time travel?" Malcolm asked confused.

"You can't," said Bon.

"I did."

"How?"

"I don't know how, I fell asleep in my time, woke up in this one."

"That doesn't make sense though."

"No it doesn't but it's true. I'm from Oregon that much is true," I said. "But I'm not from 1975."

"When are you from then?" Phil asked. I sighed.

"2016." A slight crashing sound came from across the table.