That Moment

Chapter 7

Normally I would have woken up at six, but that's for school days, so instead I woke up at seven forty-five. I did my usual routine, woke up, looked at the ceiling for a time, stretched, climbed down the ladder, showered, brushed my teeth and hair, and got dressed. As I exited the bathroom I glanced at the boys, smiled and ventured down the long, dark hallways of my house.

I never called it a home because my mother was so cold, leaving hardly any love to warm a normal person's home.

I arrived at the kitchen and made breakfast for the boys and I. Pancakes, sausage, eggs, bacon, and orange juice, scrumptious. Soon enough I saw Jacob scuttle towards the kitchen, eyes half closed, and stamina drained. Though the child had had the decency to get changed, his appearance still looked haggard.

I grabbed a plate, dished it up, somehow sat Jacob down, and placed the plate in front of him, quickly running back to grab the silverware. As soon as I set the silverware down his eyes popped open and he began to dig in.

Halfway through his eating he slowed and I saw Marin walk in fully dressed, hair slicked back and jacket on, I gestured for him to take a seat. As he sat I scurried to the kitchen to dish up two more for Marin and I. As I finished dishing up the plates I grabbed the silverware and juice and set a plate fork and cup by Marin and set mine down in between the two boys.

Once all the plates were emptied, I carried them to the kitchen and washed them, along with the cups and forks. I came out, grabbed a notebook and pen, and sat down again.

"Okay. What are you theories as to how you got here?" I asked the question pointedly at Marin.

"Magic? Teleportation? Voodoo?" He listed off. "I don't know."

"Jacob?"

"I have a feeling that it was a TIME teleportation thing." He replied. "It's like with a time machine but seeing as there's not a thing showing any sort of device to do that, I wouldn't say that's what happened. So I'd say it's Time teleportation."

"Hold on. Marin, What year is it?"

"1990."

"Jacob. We have a dude who's forty-ish years old, and he doesn't know it's twenty-twenty." I seethed, worried he may here.

"Where did he appear in your car?"

"Between the window, in the back, and by your mother's gift." I said. "Why?"

"What If we set him there. Like backtrack. You go back in your car, drive to Dairy Queen, park where you were parked and see if anything happens." He suggested. "Sound good?"

"Marin what do you think?" I asked. He gave us a thumbs up, went back to my room and packed a few things, mainly Jacob's things and putting the air mattress away.

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