|Submitted by G.S. Williams on Fri, 07/13/2012 - 05:19|
I lay there, trying to catch my breath and clear my head.
My husband had held me in his arms. He lived, even if only in the past.
I sat down and went over the notes I had made. The settings had successfully landed me on September 11th, I just needed to arrive earlier in the day. However, I was virtually exhausted. It was emotionally draining to keep remembering Frank’s death, and to then physically touch him. The transitions were physically tiring as well. I needed to eat. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving the lab, given the bloody mess on the WHEN, but I couldn’t keep this up much longer.
The lab was private; I was the only person with a key-card. I was still confused as to how my husband had even managed to get inside. If I covered the device with the drop-cloth maybe I could safely leave for a few hours and get food. Maybe I could even go home and take a nap.
The more I thought about it, the more that seemed like a good idea. I felt weary in my bones. However, I hadn’t yet changed the past, or the blood would have disappeared. Frank hadn’t listened to me when I warned him. Why was that?
I tried to remember the early days of our relationship. We had met on the 11th, at the coffee shop. I’d invited him to the art showing that Friday. He took me to his mother’s for dinner a week later... That was the night of our first kiss. Despite my warnings, he still took me to that dinner and kissed me. That was really what I had to prevent, even more than us meeting. That first date. It was on September 19th.
Well, I had already been to the 17th once. Perhaps I could fiddle with that setting and land on the 18th or 19th and tell Frank not to take me to meet his mother. That might work. I hated that I was still relying on guesswork, but I didn’t have many other options. If it didn’t work out, I still had a setting for the 11th and could resort to that if necessary.
I decided to go home, get some food and sleep, and come back the next day to try again. My head ached as it was, and I didn’t see much point in making my symptoms worse. I covered the WHEN with the drop-cloth and locked up the lab.