Page 62 of Twin Flames
Cara ordered a coffee and settled down on the shiny leather sofa in the lobby to write a letter to George using the hotel notepaper. She couldn’t bear to continue hurting him, and she couldn’t stand the pain in her heart. This was the only way she could see to save them both from the continuous turmoil they’d been suffering for months.
‘I’m ready now,’ she said. She handed the sealed, addressed envelope to Eddie. ‘I don’t want him to worry about me; I promised I’d be in touch to let him know I’m safe.’
Eddie put the envelope into his shabby brown briefcase.
‘When I say it’s time, I’ll need you to think about the future; specifically the year 2100. With a time travel ability as powerful as yours, I believe you’re capable of travelling to any timeline.It’s important that you focus on exactly where we want you to go so you don’t end up in the wrong year,’ he said.
‘Yes, that makes sense; it seems easy enough. But where do we want me to go? The year 2100, but where?’
‘Good question. Go to London.’
‘What do you want me to find out when I’m there? Oh, and how will I get back?’
Eddie walked Cara through the details of what he wanted her to do. Finally, he said, ‘I want you to go to Royal Holloway; to the Quantum Physics department, to be specific. Tell them as little as you need to, to get an appointment with the lead researcher or head professor. Tell him it’s vital he shares his latest data on their calculations of how long the planet will exist, based on current climate conditions. Tell him your father worked with me or make something up to get his attention. You’re persuasive; I’m sure you’ll come up with something.
As for returning home, you simply focus on being here. That’s how it works. You’ll likely get to the place you think about. There were a few minor hiccups in my experiments as it was only me doing the focusing. I suspect for best results, it takes two aligned minds to increase the chances of arriving in a specific time and place. But I think it should be simple to get home because you know exactly what it’s like. This is the TT system I’ve been refining over the past several months.’
‘You onlythinkit will work?’ asked Cara.
‘Well, as I said when we discussed it, the system has a seventy-five percent success rate. But if you don’t get back with your report in the next six months, I promise I’ll find you and bring you home. Don’t worry. It’ll all work out fine.’
‘What if I end up in the wrong time?’
‘I doubt that will happen if we’re both focused on 2100 but if you do travel to another time and place, put your attention on the present day, come back, and we’ll try again. Think aboutGeorge, or your father. That will maximise your power because you’ll subconsciously want to travel home.’
They went up in the elevator to Eddie’s hotel room.
‘Concentrate,’ he said. ‘Stay calm.’
Cara tried to focus on arriving in 2100, but all she could think of was George. She imagined him in his workshop trying to decipher the critical points of a manuscript, squinting without his glasses. Was he missing her or was it business as usual?
Focus, Cara, focus. 2100, here you come.
Her thoughts flitted about. It was impossible to control her unruly mind. Next, she imagined George in Tudorville. Was he still in the safe house? He’d be on edge, waiting for news of her and the children.
Then the icy chill enveloped her, Eddie’s face became a blur, and she felt herself slip away. A shorter period was required in the vortex each time she went.
York, 1536
Cara was jostled from side to side on the cold hard seat, as the carriage bumped about on the uneven track. Where was she? This didn’t seem like 2100.
Blustery, freezing winds hit her face, and her hair blew into her eyes as she stuck her head out of the window and called, ‘Driver, where are we?’
‘We’re still on the outskirts of York, my lady. These backroads are treacherous after the heavy rains. We’ll be lucky if the wheels don’t get stuck in the mud.’
‘Oh lord,’ she said, looking at Edward whose head rolled about, bouncing on and off his chest as he dozed. The children slept on either side of him.
‘You’re here with me!’
‘What? Oh, I must have fallen asleep.’
‘I didn’t expect to see you now. I’m supposed to be in 2100.’
‘Of course, I’m here with you. Whatever do you mean?’
‘You sent me on an experimental time travel mission for you: Eddie Makepeace, esteemed quantum physics professor from the twenty-first century.’
‘Oh, dear, I see. Yes, it’s coming to me now. The TT System must have been slightly off-kilter.’
