Category: Fumbling Toward Ecstasy

“So you’re Jeremy Bratt,” Jo said. She sat across from Jeremy in the COSI cafeteria. (more…)

Payton was speechless, a rarity for him. The woman (or was she a girl?) stepped timidly into the room. She looked exactly like Brynne, though younger. Was this Brynne? Had she found some some way to return, albeit, younger? (more…)

Payton, expectantly staring at the blank wall in his office, swallowed nervously and shook his head. “This isn’t right,” he said. “Something’s gone wrong. It’s been over an hour. She should’ve come through by now.” He looked at Bell. With the exception of Jeremy, everyone in the room knew that it should only take a few minutes for an agent to return from a mission. (more…)

Nearly half an hour later, Brynne was nowhere near the boat deck. She was down in third-class trying to help those whom everyone else seemed to have forgotten. The route from most third-class areas to the upper decks was not a direct one, especially for the passengers who couldn’t read or speak English. Brynne had already successfully led one group to the boat deck, and now she was returning for her second group. (more…)

At exactly 9:32 p.m., Brynne’s wrist unit came to life. She was sipping on after-dinner tea, deep in thought, when the beeping brought her out of it. She set the half-empty cup of tea down on the dinner cart, and picked up the unit, which she’d set aside on the table with Andrews’s blueprints. She immediately calibrated it to open a link back to 2009. (more…)