Oh also there is a lot of swearing in it.
Now before I tell the story next let me tell you the science. Every decision you make creates a parallel universe. If you flip a coin to decide to go right or left, it lands tails. You go right, and find an empty treasure chest. What happens if you go left? Then bam a parallel universe is created where you go left. Every decision has a price, with its consequences more obvious later on. But in each parallel universe decisions are made change its own pattern, things that are possible. Time travel, magic, defying gravity, people does this every day in other universes. Well I live in the original universe, the first one ever created. Everything is possible, and you can choose to use it or not. Now this will be important latter on, but for now it is mostly irrelevant.
As for me my name is Mike Flam. My parents died when I was twelve. I remember that day very clearly. My father walked in, he was writing a book about something or other, I didn't care enough to ask him. He strutted, saying he just needed to place the finishing touches, and he would be in the shed with my mother. He was short, with dull green eyes, short wavy black hair and a smile permanently glued to his face. My mother was a tall skinny woman with blue eyes and straight blonde hair. She was not the most beautiful woman in the land, but she was my mother and I loved her dearly. Two hours later, I wandered back into the dilapidated backyard, where the shed stood. It has an impressive appearance, tall with shining towers that stand over ten feet high. There in front of the shed lying in a pool of blood, laid my parents. I couldn't comprehend the pain that reverberated through my heart. I thought it was the end of days, the one the last day I would live. Alas I as many do survived yet the scars never did heal. They both were gone from me forever, and my father's book spared from the blood. That day I locked the book away, promising never to see it again. I was had my father's eyes and hair, yet my mother's height and resolution.
Two years later, I still live in the same house. Yet not alone. My best friend Amber Smith lives with me too. She is five foot six, with frizzled brown hair, and sharp blue eyes that penetrate all that she sees. Her family has basically abandoned her as a lost cause. They are all priests in some sense, and attend church every day. She has doubts about the validness of the churches, and doesn't accept their version of God. She fled them two years ago. I was her only friend who was willing to put up with her. We live with no parent consent and pretty do whatever we want.
Amber and I have known each other for our whole lives. We grew up in the same area, and even after he moved here we kept in contact. Besides our knowing of each other we don't have much in common. She enjoys her sleep, and I'm restless. I'm a good cook and good at fixing things.
Tomorrow we start our school. This school is one that teaches everything, not just math and writing, also magic, time traveling, politics and athletics. Amber and I had already picked which learning branches to go into. She would venture into the government branch and I would enter the engineering branch.
There was only one problem with this arrangement. Neither of us had parents to help us into the schools so we would have to be with others who lack parents to support them. I didn't mind, but Amber was terrified of meeting others. She hated her past, and I were the only ones who had shown her kindness. I know it was foolish but I felt responsible for her. She had everything besides love. Brains, looks, a little wealth, but no one had ever loved her. She had a cruel life, and I feared it wasn't going to get much better.
"Wakey, wakey Amber" I said on the morning of our first day of the ******** off" Amber said curtly
"I made bacon and eggs, your favorite"
"Still ******** off while I take a shower okay"
"Fine" I said with a laugh.
An hour later we were sitting in front of the school waiting for it to open. The school was a boring old building that stretched miles. It lacked a magical touch that you thought it would have. It just seemed like miles of office space that was just room after room, no difference in them at all. We were sitting at the entrance for freshman with no parents. At that time we were joined by twins. Their skin was black as night, their hair short and brown. They seemed cheerful folks so I attempted to start up conversation.
"You don't have parents either" I asked.
"Actually we do, their time travelers" was the response.
"I thought time travelers couldn't have children"
"They had us before they traveled, so we can't have children as we did travel with them. By the way I'm Tom and he's Tim. I plan to be an assassin and he's a time traveler wannabe."
"Mike, engineer and cook. This is Amber, who is the shyest ******** person ******** you Mike" Amber said with a piercing stare
At this time we were joined by two more, a short thick blonde, and a tall skinny red-head. We started chatting away, and quickly learned that the two were Nylad and Frank, respectively. Nylad got his name by his father who was drunk and said that his first born son would be "Nylad". The name stuck. Frank was a Conflagration Magician Apprentice or a Fire Wizard. Nylad was to be that he was a magic abuser catcher, a fancy name for bounty hunter. We heard the bell, and anticipated the arrival of who ever would let us in. Then it started raining. We stood out there trembling, cold, wet to our bones, freezing, and just waiting. Amber picked a bad shirt to wear, and already I could tell that she was absolutely frozen, so in an act of kindness, I placed my jacket over her. Then a creepy groan admitted from the door, and a shockingly deep voice with a heavy crackle, like a poor imitation of a witch to us to come in. With the option of freezing out there in the rain or facing the mysterious voice, all of us quivering in fear we walked in.
When we entered we were surprised to see a nicely lit fire, and six chairs lined in a perfect row. Then the voice told us to sit down, relax and have some whiskey. I noticed that the seventh chair was now moved in front of us, and there sat a man who seemed to be made of whale blubber. "Hello children my name is Fallnor" he said in a high squeal. "I am Headmaster of this school, if you have any questions please ask now."
"Just one" said Amber in a haughty voice "Why the ******** did we have to stand out in the damn rain all this time. I mean it's rude to treat a future student of yours like that.
"I had to clean the office before you laid eyes on it. Anything else you want to ask?"
"No we all charmed in."
"If I may be able to I ask what happened to your parents, and what core subject you are interested in." In turn we each tell him our stories; with Frank omitting the tale of his parent's meeting the gypsy. We weren't worried about being captured, and held for ransom, as the emperor had only control in name, not power. After listening to our tales he gave us all maps of the school. "Well, on you go to your classes; they are marked on your map. Meet me here next week same time, same entrance. Ta Ta for now." We then left the office excited to go and meet our teachers.
On our way to the main section of the school, we stopped just a minute to spilt, when suddenly Amber asked the whole group to come to my house to congratulate ourselves on a good start of the school years. All agreed besides me, since now it meant that I would now have to cook for six instead of two. Yet even despite that I was happy, content with my life, and now I might have friends. Which sounds very attractive unless, you're a complete hermit, which I'm not, I may add. As the school day went I met many more people who all seemed to either take extreme interest in me or ignore my completely. I met two people who interested me intensely too Steve, who was a complete hunk and also knows a lot about military tactics, and Suzanne, a person who believes that each subject can be learned in a life time, since you only need x amount of hours of studying to learn a subject, but after the x hours your learning will decrease rapidly to a plateau. So I guess she was a Jill of all trades. Suzanne or Suzie as she liked to be called had a natural beauty to her, and even though I doubt she could compare to others who had plastic beauty. The day passed with a sense of dread in how to cook enough food for people I don't know. The contingency plan, flee.
Once home, I started cooking the largest meal I've ever attempted. Amber was sitting at the table, looking very pissed at me. "What's the matter I asked?"
"You are. You simply assume that I won't help you cook, and try to do a too large of a task by yourself."
"That's because you suck as a cook."
"I could learn."
"You lack the attention span to."
"Eventually I will need to know how to. Otherwise how else will I eat? I could still, I don't know, live with you." Amber suddenly blushed, her face turning bright red. I pretended not to notice and continued chatting.
"Yeah right, if you want to help then come here and learn."
Two hours later and many failed attempts to show Amber on how to cook a simple spaghetti dish the door rang and Amber full of relief went to answer the door. Eight people walked in calmly, while I freaked out. I ran into my bed room and locked the door and waited for an hour to see if I was dreaming. Instead only more people came to the party. I reluctantly slunk down stairs to see how many people had arrived. Only twenty people had entered the party, yet to me used to solitude and quite it seemed to be a million. I sat in the corner acting miserable when the second of many events to change my life occurred. Susie and Tim happened notice me sulking in the corner. "Nice house Mike" Susie commented staring around room. I did have to admit that it was a beautiful house with old furniture that had a certain dignity about it.
"Ah but you haven't seen the best part, the one thing that makes this house special." I said smiling to myself.
"What is it Michael, please tell us" Tim asked me with sarcasm laced in the words.
"Let me show you" I walked to the shed, a place I rarely dared tread. There hidden behind the many tools and pieces of broken wood, laid a machine. This machine was like any other I had seen. It was a pentagonal shape, and a dark grey color. It had always been there, and even with my knowledge of machines, it was way past anything I could comprehend.
"Oh my word, that's a beauty" Tim ejaculated excitedly.
"What is it" I inquired, my heart racing like men during a 200 meter.
"That my friend is a time vortex machine."
"What the hell is a time vortex machine"
"It allows you to access any time in any universe. They aren't perfect, new ones will transport you within a two mile radius and a five minute time period. Yet as they decay, the range is wider. You can physically see the difference, as the machine gets smaller as they decay. This one is special. There used to be guardians who maintained them. However they all died in a war. The machines all fell into decay, and none work. This one however still has some power. But the inscriptions on the side show that it was modified by the guardians to decay as the end of days comes. That's scary"
"Your point is."
"The machine is almost dead"
"Oh s**t"
"Oh s**t is right"
Suzie stood there as our conversation moved on, and she then suddenly lunged into the machine, grapping my arm and pulling me arm first into the black void the machine created. From there we fell, for an eternity it seemed, yet also seemed to be a microsecond. Then there was glass shattering pains, and my leg collapsed inwards, and some how it stayed intact. My bones though split into two, rendering them useless. So there I was with Suzie who didn't seem to suffer one bit by this action of her, possibly on an new planet, and I have a broken leg. This day I thought couldn't get much worse.
So anyway we found ourselves in a city called London. A nearby newspaper tells the year as 2098 AD, what ever that means. So new planet check. Then a very attractive girl, no older then us, wearing a tank top and jeans, runs by, with men, and the word police on their jackets running after her. I expertly took a pistol out of the police's pockets and shot them all in the back. The girl looked at us in surprise.
"Why did you just shot the police"
"Because they were chasing you"
"Yeah, they were chasing me because I stole a purse." Oh s**t, this day just did get worse.
"Actually he shot them because you are hot" Suzie interjected. I felt my anger yet I calmed down once I saw where Suzie was leading to.
"Okay this is going to sound crazy but we are from another universe" Suzie continued, with no
"Thought so, see you speak the same language, yet you don't know a cop when you see one, thus either you are very drunk, which by your aiming abilities is not true, or you come from another universe."
"Wait you know about other universes"
"No its called sarcasm, thought that maybe others from different universes might recognize it."
"We can prove it" Suzie said in an even level voice, neither rising nor falling.
"Prove it"
"Sure step through that door"
"That old rusty door right there" Suzie just nodded, making no effort to speak. "Sam, short for Samantha, just in case if your wondering. I think you two are crazy, but I'll step through if it makes you happy cutie" This seemed to crack Suzie's shell, if only for a second or so. Samantha stepped forward and pried the door open. "Oh my god" was her only words before she stepped through into the black void that counted as Vortex.
"After you" I told Suzie. She then stepped in without another word, and also disappeared into darkness. I then threw the gun onto the ground. It was at that time two other men with police written on their shirt, walked by the alleyway. It was there that they turned and say their fallen comrades laying dead on the street. Keeping calm, I stepped through the door, and also flew through the darkness, towards the end of the tunnel. Just before I went through I saw a flicker in the dark. I could have sworn I had seen it before, but before I could reflect on the item, I was rushed to the light. Home sweet home.
As I came out of the time vortex, I found myself inside my dark, and dusky shed, with a faint smell of peanuts arising from the entrance. As I turned around to look around the vortex sputtered and shut it self down, for a recharge Tim would later explain. "Where the hell did you disappear to" Tim said the excitement barely masked behind a web of anger. "And who is that" he yelled pointing at Sam. "Suzie has failed to answer any questions, and she" again pointing at Sam "is standing there in shock." Sam then opened her mouth to at.
"Sam, orphan off the streets of London, aren't you feisty."
"Oh I like you" Tim commented. "Yeah anyway I'm Tim, and could you identify which planet you come from."
"Earth, Height of the third Human Empire."
"London right"
"That is correct"
"That would place you in the Slen universe, protectors of time and space continuum"
"The what's."
"Nothing, nothing" At that moment the gravity of what just happened seemed to hit Sam like a uncontrollable Camry racing toward its unsuspecting target. She started crying and sobbing, and I felt a twang of regret for taking her so far away from her home. I didn't think much about her, until then. At that point I observed many details about her, from the present and past memories I could gather. She had high cheekbones, a dirty sort of t-shirt on. When she smiled she had a slight dimple on her left cheek, one that is missing on the right. She walks with a slight limp. She had a bruise on her arm, seemingly where someone very strong hit her. As I thought about this the guilt I felt seemed to just get worse and worse. I was wishing that I could take the past hour back, maybe my whole life. Yes this was the third thing that changed my life. I wished it would be the last one that left me with guilt, but alas the fates are cruel in that way. I knelt down next to Sam and tried and comfort her. "Leave me god leave me alone." And with that she ran off, with Tim running after her making sure that she would be safe. The guilt just piled up. So I did the only thing I could do, went to sleep. But before I did, I made sure the door was unlocked. Just in case.
As for me my name is Mike Flam. My parents died when I was twelve. I remember that day very clearly. My father walked in, he was writing a book about something or other, I didn't care enough to ask him. He strutted, saying he just needed to place the finishing touches, and he would be in the shed with my mother. He was short, with dull green eyes, short wavy black hair and a smile permanently glued to his face. My mother was a tall skinny woman with blue eyes and straight blonde hair. She was not the most beautiful woman in the land, but she was my mother and I loved her dearly. Two hours later, I wandered back into the dilapidated backyard, where the shed stood. It has an impressive appearance, tall with shining towers that stand over ten feet high. There in front of the shed lying in a pool of blood, laid my parents. I couldn't comprehend the pain that reverberated through my heart. I thought it was the end of days, the one the last day I would live. Alas I as many do survived yet the scars never did heal. They both were gone from me forever, and my father's book spared from the blood. That day I locked the book away, promising never to see it again. I was had my father's eyes and hair, yet my mother's height and resolution.
Two years later, I still live in the same house. Yet not alone. My best friend Amber Smith lives with me too. She is five foot six, with frizzled brown hair, and sharp blue eyes that penetrate all that she sees. Her family has basically abandoned her as a lost cause. They are all priests in some sense, and attend church every day. She has doubts about the validness of the churches, and doesn't accept their version of God. She fled them two years ago. I was her only friend who was willing to put up with her. We live with no parent consent and pretty do whatever we want.
Amber and I have known each other for our whole lives. We grew up in the same area, and even after he moved here we kept in contact. Besides our knowing of each other we don't have much in common. She enjoys her sleep, and I'm restless. I'm a good cook and good at fixing things.
Tomorrow we start our school. This school is one that teaches everything, not just math and writing, also magic, time traveling, politics and athletics. Amber and I had already picked which learning branches to go into. She would venture into the government branch and I would enter the engineering branch.
There was only one problem with this arrangement. Neither of us had parents to help us into the schools so we would have to be with others who lack parents to support them. I didn't mind, but Amber was terrified of meeting others. She hated her past, and I were the only ones who had shown her kindness. I know it was foolish but I felt responsible for her. She had everything besides love. Brains, looks, a little wealth, but no one had ever loved her. She had a cruel life, and I feared it wasn't going to get much better.
"Wakey, wakey Amber" I said on the morning of our first day of the ******** off" Amber said curtly
"I made bacon and eggs, your favorite"
"Still ******** off while I take a shower okay"
"Fine" I said with a laugh.
An hour later we were sitting in front of the school waiting for it to open. The school was a boring old building that stretched miles. It lacked a magical touch that you thought it would have. It just seemed like miles of office space that was just room after room, no difference in them at all. We were sitting at the entrance for freshman with no parents. At that time we were joined by twins. Their skin was black as night, their hair short and brown. They seemed cheerful folks so I attempted to start up conversation.
"You don't have parents either" I asked.
"Actually we do, their time travelers" was the response.
"I thought time travelers couldn't have children"
"They had us before they traveled, so we can't have children as we did travel with them. By the way I'm Tom and he's Tim. I plan to be an assassin and he's a time traveler wannabe."
"Mike, engineer and cook. This is Amber, who is the shyest ******** person ******** you Mike" Amber said with a piercing stare
At this time we were joined by two more, a short thick blonde, and a tall skinny red-head. We started chatting away, and quickly learned that the two were Nylad and Frank, respectively. Nylad got his name by his father who was drunk and said that his first born son would be "Nylad". The name stuck. Frank was a Conflagration Magician Apprentice or a Fire Wizard. Nylad was to be that he was a magic abuser catcher, a fancy name for bounty hunter. We heard the bell, and anticipated the arrival of who ever would let us in. Then it started raining. We stood out there trembling, cold, wet to our bones, freezing, and just waiting. Amber picked a bad shirt to wear, and already I could tell that she was absolutely frozen, so in an act of kindness, I placed my jacket over her. Then a creepy groan admitted from the door, and a shockingly deep voice with a heavy crackle, like a poor imitation of a witch to us to come in. With the option of freezing out there in the rain or facing the mysterious voice, all of us quivering in fear we walked in.
When we entered we were surprised to see a nicely lit fire, and six chairs lined in a perfect row. Then the voice told us to sit down, relax and have some whiskey. I noticed that the seventh chair was now moved in front of us, and there sat a man who seemed to be made of whale blubber. "Hello children my name is Fallnor" he said in a high squeal. "I am Headmaster of this school, if you have any questions please ask now."
"Just one" said Amber in a haughty voice "Why the ******** did we have to stand out in the damn rain all this time. I mean it's rude to treat a future student of yours like that.
"I had to clean the office before you laid eyes on it. Anything else you want to ask?"
"No we all charmed in."
"If I may be able to I ask what happened to your parents, and what core subject you are interested in." In turn we each tell him our stories; with Frank omitting the tale of his parent's meeting the gypsy. We weren't worried about being captured, and held for ransom, as the emperor had only control in name, not power. After listening to our tales he gave us all maps of the school. "Well, on you go to your classes; they are marked on your map. Meet me here next week same time, same entrance. Ta Ta for now." We then left the office excited to go and meet our teachers.
On our way to the main section of the school, we stopped just a minute to spilt, when suddenly Amber asked the whole group to come to my house to congratulate ourselves on a good start of the school years. All agreed besides me, since now it meant that I would now have to cook for six instead of two. Yet even despite that I was happy, content with my life, and now I might have friends. Which sounds very attractive unless, you're a complete hermit, which I'm not, I may add. As the school day went I met many more people who all seemed to either take extreme interest in me or ignore my completely. I met two people who interested me intensely too Steve, who was a complete hunk and also knows a lot about military tactics, and Suzanne, a person who believes that each subject can be learned in a life time, since you only need x amount of hours of studying to learn a subject, but after the x hours your learning will decrease rapidly to a plateau. So I guess she was a Jill of all trades. Suzanne or Suzie as she liked to be called had a natural beauty to her, and even though I doubt she could compare to others who had plastic beauty. The day passed with a sense of dread in how to cook enough food for people I don't know. The contingency plan, flee.
Once home, I started cooking the largest meal I've ever attempted. Amber was sitting at the table, looking very pissed at me. "What's the matter I asked?"
"You are. You simply assume that I won't help you cook, and try to do a too large of a task by yourself."
"That's because you suck as a cook."
"I could learn."
"You lack the attention span to."
"Eventually I will need to know how to. Otherwise how else will I eat? I could still, I don't know, live with you." Amber suddenly blushed, her face turning bright red. I pretended not to notice and continued chatting.
"Yeah right, if you want to help then come here and learn."
Two hours later and many failed attempts to show Amber on how to cook a simple spaghetti dish the door rang and Amber full of relief went to answer the door. Eight people walked in calmly, while I freaked out. I ran into my bed room and locked the door and waited for an hour to see if I was dreaming. Instead only more people came to the party. I reluctantly slunk down stairs to see how many people had arrived. Only twenty people had entered the party, yet to me used to solitude and quite it seemed to be a million. I sat in the corner acting miserable when the second of many events to change my life occurred. Susie and Tim happened notice me sulking in the corner. "Nice house Mike" Susie commented staring around room. I did have to admit that it was a beautiful house with old furniture that had a certain dignity about it.
"Ah but you haven't seen the best part, the one thing that makes this house special." I said smiling to myself.
"What is it Michael, please tell us" Tim asked me with sarcasm laced in the words.
"Let me show you" I walked to the shed, a place I rarely dared tread. There hidden behind the many tools and pieces of broken wood, laid a machine. This machine was like any other I had seen. It was a pentagonal shape, and a dark grey color. It had always been there, and even with my knowledge of machines, it was way past anything I could comprehend.
"Oh my word, that's a beauty" Tim ejaculated excitedly.
"What is it" I inquired, my heart racing like men during a 200 meter.
"That my friend is a time vortex machine."
"What the hell is a time vortex machine"
"It allows you to access any time in any universe. They aren't perfect, new ones will transport you within a two mile radius and a five minute time period. Yet as they decay, the range is wider. You can physically see the difference, as the machine gets smaller as they decay. This one is special. There used to be guardians who maintained them. However they all died in a war. The machines all fell into decay, and none work. This one however still has some power. But the inscriptions on the side show that it was modified by the guardians to decay as the end of days comes. That's scary"
"Your point is."
"The machine is almost dead"
"Oh s**t"
"Oh s**t is right"
Suzie stood there as our conversation moved on, and she then suddenly lunged into the machine, grapping my arm and pulling me arm first into the black void the machine created. From there we fell, for an eternity it seemed, yet also seemed to be a microsecond. Then there was glass shattering pains, and my leg collapsed inwards, and some how it stayed intact. My bones though split into two, rendering them useless. So there I was with Suzie who didn't seem to suffer one bit by this action of her, possibly on an new planet, and I have a broken leg. This day I thought couldn't get much worse.
So anyway we found ourselves in a city called London. A nearby newspaper tells the year as 2098 AD, what ever that means. So new planet check. Then a very attractive girl, no older then us, wearing a tank top and jeans, runs by, with men, and the word police on their jackets running after her. I expertly took a pistol out of the police's pockets and shot them all in the back. The girl looked at us in surprise.
"Why did you just shot the police"
"Because they were chasing you"
"Yeah, they were chasing me because I stole a purse." Oh s**t, this day just did get worse.
"Actually he shot them because you are hot" Suzie interjected. I felt my anger yet I calmed down once I saw where Suzie was leading to.
"Okay this is going to sound crazy but we are from another universe" Suzie continued, with no
"Thought so, see you speak the same language, yet you don't know a cop when you see one, thus either you are very drunk, which by your aiming abilities is not true, or you come from another universe."
"Wait you know about other universes"
"No its called sarcasm, thought that maybe others from different universes might recognize it."
"We can prove it" Suzie said in an even level voice, neither rising nor falling.
"Prove it"
"Sure step through that door"
"That old rusty door right there" Suzie just nodded, making no effort to speak. "Sam, short for Samantha, just in case if your wondering. I think you two are crazy, but I'll step through if it makes you happy cutie" This seemed to crack Suzie's shell, if only for a second or so. Samantha stepped forward and pried the door open. "Oh my god" was her only words before she stepped through into the black void that counted as Vortex.
"After you" I told Suzie. She then stepped in without another word, and also disappeared into darkness. I then threw the gun onto the ground. It was at that time two other men with police written on their shirt, walked by the alleyway. It was there that they turned and say their fallen comrades laying dead on the street. Keeping calm, I stepped through the door, and also flew through the darkness, towards the end of the tunnel. Just before I went through I saw a flicker in the dark. I could have sworn I had seen it before, but before I could reflect on the item, I was rushed to the light. Home sweet home.
As I came out of the time vortex, I found myself inside my dark, and dusky shed, with a faint smell of peanuts arising from the entrance. As I turned around to look around the vortex sputtered and shut it self down, for a recharge Tim would later explain. "Where the hell did you disappear to" Tim said the excitement barely masked behind a web of anger. "And who is that" he yelled pointing at Sam. "Suzie has failed to answer any questions, and she" again pointing at Sam "is standing there in shock." Sam then opened her mouth to at.
"Sam, orphan off the streets of London, aren't you feisty."
"Oh I like you" Tim commented. "Yeah anyway I'm Tim, and could you identify which planet you come from."
"Earth, Height of the third Human Empire."
"London right"
"That is correct"
"That would place you in the Slen universe, protectors of time and space continuum"
"The what's."
"Nothing, nothing" At that moment the gravity of what just happened seemed to hit Sam like a uncontrollable Camry racing toward its unsuspecting target. She started crying and sobbing, and I felt a twang of regret for taking her so far away from her home. I didn't think much about her, until then. At that point I observed many details about her, from the present and past memories I could gather. She had high cheekbones, a dirty sort of t-shirt on. When she smiled she had a slight dimple on her left cheek, one that is missing on the right. She walks with a slight limp. She had a bruise on her arm, seemingly where someone very strong hit her. As I thought about this the guilt I felt seemed to just get worse and worse. I was wishing that I could take the past hour back, maybe my whole life. Yes this was the third thing that changed my life. I wished it would be the last one that left me with guilt, but alas the fates are cruel in that way. I knelt down next to Sam and tried and comfort her. "Leave me god leave me alone." And with that she ran off, with Tim running after her making sure that she would be safe. The guilt just piled up. So I did the only thing I could do, went to sleep. But before I did, I made sure the door was unlocked. Just in case.
