“I would assume the local library would have the newspapers from back then on their Microfiche machine.” Mrs. Midleton told her daughter.
“I’ll have to take a look at it.” Sasha said. She knew what the microfiche was from seeing it on TV. There were a couple shows she had watched on family histories and they always seemed to scan through and find exactly what they were looking for on such machines. Old newspapers and clippings mostly.
“Sounds like some research project.”
“You have no idea.” Sasha said with a laugh.
CHAPTER 25
A bolt of lightning flashed through the sky and the resulting clap of thunder caused Sasha to jump up from her slumber. She blinked and rubbed her eyes, her heart racing. She looked over to the other side of the bed. Her husband had his back to her, sleeping on his side. She noticed something blinking out of the corner of her eye. It was her phone. She turned it on and looked at it. One new message. She listened to the voicemail.
“Simon, are you awake?” she asked after putting the phone down.
“We just got back from a fourteen-hour drive and I’m exhausted. No, I’m not awake.” he said groggily, turning over to look at her.
“Mandy called me. Remember when I had that MRI back in high school?” she asked.
“Yea, and then you asked to date me. And that kiss.” he said, smiling, although Sasha could tell he was tired.
“It was the same day I got the results back.” Sasha told him.
Simon yawned and reached out to caress his wife’s hand. “So what does that have to do with Mandy?”
“Her husband is a brain doctor. He deals with memories. They sent him that MRI, going through unresolved cases, and he was discussing it with Mandy. He recognized the name on it. He probably shouldn’t have told her — privacy and all that.” Sasha said, slouching back into the bed.
“Does that help solve your missing memories?” he wondered.
“I’ve got an extra year or so of memories.” she said to him, nervous energy pulsing through her.
“Why?”
“I’m going to tell you. First, though, I need to get in touch with Rob.” she told him, referencing Mandy’s husband.
“Why?” Simon asked again.
“If he realizes what happened to me and correlates it with the police report, there is a good chance they are going to find out about me.” Sasha said with a shudder.
“Can you stop being so ambiguous?” Simon said, getting up and looking at her straight on. She turned to face him fully.
Her eyes were sad as she said, “I will tell you. I have to tell you.” Her voice nearly broke as she continued. “The attic took me to the Everidge house.”
“You mean the house they tore down to build the school? How is that even possible?” Simon wondered, reaching out to hold his wife’s hands. Sasha enjoyed the touch and support, edging closer to him.
“It’s a lot to take in, but I was ported through different points in time.”
“So what has that got to do with your brain?” Simon asked. Sasha smiled awkwardly.
“You seem a bit too calm about all of this.” Then again, he always seemed to believe her. Sasha wasn’t the lying type of person. Lying served no purpose and only damaged relationships.
“Seriously, it makes more sense than you just ‘forgetting’. Besides, I remember Mandy talking about how weird you were in sixth grade the day you skipped class. It was the only day you ever had.”
“I thought not telling the police about the attic would be enough, but I don’t think it will be once Rob knows the truth.” Sasha said, grasping for Simon to come closer to her.
“Sasha, did you go into the future?” Simon whispered, embracing her.
“Yes.” she breathed back.
“What exactly happened?” he asked quietly and tentatively.
She retracted. “A radical group called The New Illuminati tried to abduct me after they found out I time-traveled and they wanted to find out how to harness it so they could rewrite history.”
“Did they catch you?” Simon asked, placing a hand against her cheek. She melted into it. She took his hand and held it.
“I was about to be caught. Mandy had gone upstairs in Newcombe’s and then yelled for us to run away. I don’t know who could have tipped the guys off. I thought Newcombe’s was a safe house.” Sasha told him, rambling through the details.
“How far into the future was it?” he asked her calmly.
“Just about now.” she responded.
“We have time, don’t we? Fix it before it happens?” Simon asked.
“That’s why I need to talk to Rob.” Sasha said, grabbing the phone. She started to dial, but Simon took the phone away.
“Shouldn’t you talk to Mandy? She’s your friend and all. I really don’t know about trusting that Rob. We’ve only ever met him once and that was at their wedding.” Simon asked.
It was as if a light bulb went off and Sasha was hit with a flood of anxiety. “You know what? Rob was the only one I hadn’t seen at Newcombe’s.”
“So you can’t trust him.” Simon stated.
“No. For all I know, he was working with the radicals!” she exclaimed, her heart racing. She covered her mouth as fear overwhelmed her. Of course, why hadn’t I thought of it before? “He knew about the brain and how it worked. They could have hired him. I’ve got to call Mandy. She’s got to find the MRI results and destroy them….before…”
“Before what?” Simon asked drawing her close as she began to lose control of herself.
She whispered out to the room, her voice almost echoing against the background noise the storm outside provided. “Before we’re out of time.”
The End
About the Author
April Sadowski was born and raised in the Dayton, Ohio area. Books were always prevalent in her life and so was the fondness for writing. At the age of thirteen, April began her first novel, Lady From Day. It took over ten years to write, but since the completion of it in 2009, she has written several additional novels and has participated in NaNoWriMo, Camp NaNoWriMo, and Script Frenzy, “winning” at every attempt.
April is also an award-winning graphic and website designer and a hemp jewelry maker. She spends her free time (apart from writing) with her husband and three meowing fur-children.
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This written work was inspired by a dream and was written originally for Script Frenzy 2011 as an audio drama.
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