15. Family Connection

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Johnson looked at the Mentor and nodded. The Mentor began to speak.

"In January of 2010, Calla Wiley-Franklin travelled to Europe to do further research for her doctoral thesis. She spent time in France and Switzerland, where she worked on the Large Hadron Collider project. She made connections among many scientists there, beginning the hiring process that would eventually lead to this facility. While abroad, the Founder adopted three children before returning to the United States the following summer to defend her thesis and graduate from the doctoral program. She then set about using the Franklin Investments company to finance and build her research programs."

"Three?" I asked. "That's a lot all at once."

"The children were not adopted simultaneously, and were of different ages. However, as her heirs, they inherited the Franklin family fortune and continued her legacy. Calla led her small community of scientists through the majority of the twenty-first century, and established the foundations of our current society."

"Wow," I said. It wasn't the same as having blood relatives, but someone had carried on for my family. And helped build all this. I had lived in the future for years but it was a bit of a surprise to find out my sister was responsible for creating it.

I had a weird thought that there could still be people from the Sorley family, because I was alive and there was plenty of time for me to have kids. The family tree hadn't been chopped down with Calla.

"She didn't have birth children?" I asked.

The Mentor shook his head. "She never remarried after the death of Diggory Franklin."

"Oh," I said. I hadn't really thought about it, but Mr. Franklin eventually died too. I realized they were talking about Calla using the Franklin fortune for her plans and put two and two together. "Wait, did he die before 2010?"

The Mentor nodded. "September eleventh, 2009."

"Oh, how sad for Calla!" I covered my mouth and stifled tears. My sister was long dead but she mattered to me. I could only imagine the anguish of losing her husband so young and then never remarrying. My poor sister.

I composed myself. "Okay, seriously, I'm going to need access to those records. I need to know about my sister's life, regardless of the importance of historical records."

"That would be against protocol..." the Mentor began.

"Then I guess I'll just go there myself," I said, turning and glaring at Johnson. "You know I can."

"You'd be subject to a Continuity Investigation," he said. "If you attempted to alter time we'd have to stop you."

I narrowed my eyes. "Don't make it necessary."

Johnson looked thoughtful. He glanced at the Mentor, who nodded. He looked back at me. "Well, there is a way we could compromise on this."

"Oh?"

"Finish the training. Then, you'll be qualified to time travel. We could find a way for you to legitimately check in on your sister, and if you're involved in missions in that era then the documents could be released to you on an as-needed basis for research to ensure the Continuity of your trips."

"So the deal we're making is that I don't go there by myself right now, but not only do I get access to the documents, I can see Calla after I'm trained?"

"Yes."

I thought about it for a moment. "Okay, deal."

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Wait!

I could have sworn you wrote something as a bonus story that gave the impression that she was pregnant. If I remember correctly, and I have to remember as I can't find the story, she kept rubbing her stomach. Non pregnant women don't do that.

Wait, you mean this chapter?

That's Exactly It!

I remember reading it and thinking that she was pregnant.

Well that's weird...

... Wonder why I knew exactly which chapter you meant and why it was relevant... hmmm...

Random Crazy Theory!

Calla went back to visit Diggory one last time, but something went wrong and she lost the baby. That or probably something less horrific.

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