The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Chapter 44: Back to the Future

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I looked at Agent Jameson of the Federal Bureau of time Investigation as he popped out of a time portal and down to the grassy field I was sitting in. I gently shook Dahlia Sorley’s leg to wake her.

“Whazzu… huh?” She said blearily.

“Wake up, kiddo, it’s our ride. We’re getting out of here… I think.”

Jameson walked over, so I stood up to greet him. We shook hands.

“Brilliant work, Mr. Franklin! Quite the innovative method of calling for help.”

“Pardon? Who did what now?” I asked, taking his compliment with my usual grace.

Chapter 43: Here Comes the Cavalry

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I fiddled with the chronometer for a long time, trying to figure out the different settings. I avoided the button I thought of as the activation switch, the one I had pressed to turn the machine on and bring us here. I didn’t want to get us even more lost than we already were.

Chapter 42: A Clockwork Orange (minus the orange)

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I stood on a grassy plain with Calla Wiley’s twin sister, Dahlia Sorley. We had been some fifteen years in my past, where I’d been visiting their family farm with the intention of rescuing Dahlia from the murderous time-terrorist, Zebediah. I’d succeeded in my goal; we’d lived through his attack.

Chapter 41: The Great Escape

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I lay sprawled on the wooden floor of the barn loft, trying to catch my breath. Dahlia Sorley came over the upturned couch and was reaching down to help me up. I could feel a fierce wind blowing into the room from the open doorway. There was a crackling, electrical feeling to the air, like a huge build-up of static.

Chapter 40: Perfect Storm

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I leaned over, grabbing the doorframe with one hand for balance. I looked out through the storm and down into the yard. A man was standing at the edge of the cornfield, looking at the house. It was hard to make anything out. The storm clouds had darkened the sky, and the rain was falling in torrents. I was immediately soaked to the skin, just for leaning out.

“Who is that?” Dahlia echoed her sister.

“Get back from the door,” I said, using my other hand to push Calla behind me and then to tug Dahlia back. “Get back, further into the loft.”

Chapter 39: We're in Big, Big Trouble

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Despite my complaints of being tired, I slept fitfully. I had a lot on my mind, after all: meeting Calla as a teenager, and a Sorley, instead of an adult Wiley. Time travel. Zebediah, and his murderous plans. I would punch my pillow and roll over, in futile attempts to get comfortable.

I didn’t bother to sleep in, despite Mrs. Sorley’s advice. I didn’t see the point. I woke up when everyone else got up to start their chores, and helped make breakfast. There was light chitchat again at the table, and then everyone dispersed to do their work.

Chapter 38: Twins

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Agent Johnson and I headed down to join the Sorleys for dinner. We had been unable to come up with an explanation for Calla Wiley’s presence in their house, and, so far, I believed “cousin Jimmy” when he said that he didn’t know that she was also Calla Sorley. It still felt like a set-up, I just wasn’t sure who had done the setting.

Chapter 37: So Now What?

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Johnson. Hang on a sec.” A young Calla went to the back door of her Kansas farmhouse, in the corner of the kitchen, and hollered. “DAD! JIMMY! Come HERE!”

I stared at the back of her head. I was completely befuddled. It was so weird, to see the love of my life as a pre-teen, and know what she would become. I began to understand what Johnson had meant about time travel stressing people out. It was uncanny.

“They’ll be here in a moment,” Calla said, smiling as she turned back to me. “Would you like a glass of water or something?”

Chapter 36: We're not in Kansas anymore

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

Agent James Johnson of the Continuity Integrity Agency (CIA) of the year 2300, or thereabouts, had recruited me from my own year of 2008 to stop a murder. Or, at least, that’s what he told me while we stood in a garden in that far off future.

“We’ve been tracking Zebediah for quite some time. We’ve gathered intelligence that suggests he means to kill someone from your era. We’re not entirely sure why, but just the fact that he’s involved means that we’re interested in foiling the plot.”

Chapter 35: Back to the Past

The Surprising Life and Death of Diggory Franklin

I rubbed my hands vigorously through my hair and hollered for a full minute. Agent Johnson of the Continuity Integrity Agency waited patiently beside me, his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Feel better?” He asked when I finished.

“No,” I rasped. My throat felt sore.

“I know it’s a lot to take in. You’ve been in three different time periods in less than twenty-four hours. Give yourself a minute.”

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