Storming in the Past

Chapter Ten

October 27, 1347
So many things have happened. Reed and all of the sick members of the crew were thrown overboard. We docked 3 days ago. I saw the woman from earlier, her name is Lindsey. I've gotten to know her, she has an awkward personality like me. I've cleaned up my house, it's surprisingly nice here. Tonight I'll be inviting Lindsey to my house for dinner, I'm very nervous.

October 27, 1347
Lindsey just left. She came and ate dinner at my house, it was very nice. I've gotten to know her, she was born in Ireland but lives in Italy now, where I am. She is currently staying in a temporary house, what you and I call an apartment. I may ask her if she would like to live with me. I love her so much, especially her eyes. When I look into them I can see the forest, I can smell it, feel it, I feel like I'm there. They also remind me of home for some strange reason, not my little cottage but my actual home, in the 31st century. Tomorrow I'm going to meet Lindsey at her house and we're going to walk to the ocean, I am dreading that I'll see Reed's body wash along the shore.

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I woke up and smiled. Quickly I got dressed and headed into town. After about an hour and a half I stopped at the doors of Lindsey's house. It had a beautiful tree growing in front of it, petals bloomed and blew in the wind. I was just about to knock on the door when I saw a note on the ground. I picked it up, scrawled in beautiful handwriting were the following words.
   Sam,
I'm sick so I cannot go to the ocean with you. I apologize greatly. I do not want you to get ill. I'm sure I'll get over it soon.
                                  Lindsey

I looked up and a girl about age 10 stood in front of me. She had curly ginger hair like Lindsey did and light green eyes.
"Lindsey's sick." She said, "you can't go inside."
I knocked on the door again.
"I said you can't go inside."
Again, I knocked.
"Hey!" She waved her hand in front of my face. "Are you deaf? We learned about deaf people in school yesterday," she added absentmindedly. She looked me up and down and scowled, "I don't know why Lindsey would like you."
I held in a rude comment, "I need to see Lindsey."
"You can see her tomorrow."
"But what if she's sick then, too?"
"Then you'll see her when she's not sick."
"And if she doesn't recover?"
The little girl looked angry at this.
"Go away."
I sighed and walked away, leaving the note behind me, I wish I had taken it because that was the last I would hear from her.