Why? Why are they doing this, why are you here? How did you even get here?
You begin to thrash about and strain against the ropes that are tying you to the chair. The chair rocks back and forth as you move. Someone behind you grabs the seat and holds it firmly, hindering your escape technique.
"Ain't no way you gonna get away, Sweetheart," the Detective says. He puts a cigar between his teeth and as he does the door opens. Carter walks in.
"Has it been restrained?" he asks eagerly.
"Aye, easier than stealing candy from a baby," Uganariasaurus confirms.
The fear is freezing your body and your vision begins to blot. Sounds start to fade, the world is spinning. You slump forward, the temptations of unconsciousness too strong to resist. As it embraces you, you hear a noise that sounds distant. A door banging open, the sound of many feet hitting the wood panel floor and then a noise like the roof being lifted from the house. Shapes pass through your vision in your state of semi-consciousness. Later when you recall the memories, you remember several gunshots, Uganariasaurus screaming, Carter cursing, the hit men running, your chair being knocked over and then you are suddenly being cut free from the ropes and strong arms lift your body. A voice sounds in your ear, no words do you ever remember but just the soft, caring tone that carried your mind into complete, utter unconsciousness.
When you awake, wind is rushing through your ears and the evening sky passes by. You are in a small transport that is flying to a secure location. You start to remember something...something important.
Oh yeah. You realize.
T.L.O. Time Lapse Obliteration. When you time travel often immediate side effects are temporary memory loss. That's why you were wondering where you were when you arrived in New York. Evidently you had forgotten to time in at the designated check time and they sent a team after you. They'd sent the whole Time Ship to get you. Why though?
You lay back on the bunk in the Time Ship and watch the evening clouds pass by. The T.L.O. was bad this time. It isn't usually.
Memories of your life begin to trickle their way back into your mind as you slowly fall back asleep, secure again in your soul.
Fin
A. Oswald
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