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Senku Time Machine

Thank you for the incredible journey! I never knew I would love this series this strong, I’m glad I do! Even tho I stopped in 2021 cause I felt discourage in myself and to focus on work, coming back this year reminded me of the joy I have for this series and for art again! I hope ppl are still making content and loving the series beyond the end

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George Wilson's cover art for the 1956 Classics Illustrated edition of H.G. Wells's The Time Machine.

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wish we had time machines

What is the FIRST thing you’re gonna do if you had a Time Machine?

Travel to prehistoric times and see ancient extinct animals with your own eyes

Travel to a heavily-contested historical event to see what REALLY happened

Experience a defunct theme park ride or another ephemeral form of entertainment

Track down a piece of now-Lost Media and bring it to the Present Day

Troll your fandom by posting the most implausible but 100 accurate 'predictions'

Travel to a different time period and try to live in it for a week

Get extra free time by looping back to the start of your weekend/day off

Travel back in time to punch your most loathed historical figure in the face

Go visit your past self and try and give yourself some good advice

Go to the future to get yourself some lottery numbers

Prank Conspiracy Theorists by appearing in the background of famous photographs

Try and kill your own grandfather just to see what happens

Voting ended onMay 1, 2024

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𓇼 ˚ 𓆉 ⋆.˚TRAPPED IN THE FUTURE⋆˙ 𓇼 𓆝

Y𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑.

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑-𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒. 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑-𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠. 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑-𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑒𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟.

𝑦𝑜𝑢? 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒𝑛.

𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒.

𝑎 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑢𝑚 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑑 “𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠.”

𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢, 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜, 𝑎𝑔𝑒 15, 𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. “…ℎ𝑢ℎ. 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒.”

“𝑛𝑜 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑒, 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜-” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑. ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠, 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠. “𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑎𝑥. 𝑖’𝑣𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑡.” 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑. 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡. 𝑜𝑓 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑜𝑢𝑠.

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑. 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑡𝑒, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒. 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢’𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑. ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘. “𝑛o” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑.

“𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑?” ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦. “𝑐𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑒? 𝑜𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑦 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 ℎ𝑢𝑟𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠?” “𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑! 𝑖 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑖𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔!”

“𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ? 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ‘𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔.’ 𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑖𝑑 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑛.” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟 — 𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑎’𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒

“𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡-𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒!” 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑, 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔. “𝑖 𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒!” “𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑖𝑑! 𝑖 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑒!”

𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦. “𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑔𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.”

“ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡,”“𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡,” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒. 𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑒.

“𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑡𝑜𝑔𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒.” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑑. “𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?!” 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑. “𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑢𝑒𝑙 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙 𝑝𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡.. 𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚?”

"𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔" 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑. "𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡, 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑜𝑙𝑑 𝑙𝑎𝑏 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖'𝑚 𝑠𝑢𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑒.." ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟. "ℎ𝑒𝑦!!"

“𝑜𝑢𝑡,” 𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑏 (𝑎.𝑘.𝑎. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡ℎ) 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑝𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠.

𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. 𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑒𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑤. “𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡,” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. “𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑢𝑙𝑡? 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑐𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜.” “𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑖𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑡𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜!” “𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑖’𝑚 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑓𝑢𝑙!” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛. ℎ𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘.

𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑏𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢. 𝑖𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑. 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑠 𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑛. 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑏𝑒𝑙. “…𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒.” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑. “𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡?” 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑝 ℎ𝑖𝑚, ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒.

“𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜. 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡. 𝑦𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑢𝑠.” “𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑜? 𝑠𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑢𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑡?” “𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔—” ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑑.

“𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡, 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑?” “…𝑛𝑜.” “𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑛.” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑜𝑡 𝑖𝑛.

“𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.” ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑠. “𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒-” 𝑓𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘. 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑒𝑑. 𝑠𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑡.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑. “…𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎- “𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡,” 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. “𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑜𝑡.” “𝑠ℎℎℎ!” ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑜. 𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔. 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛—

“𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦?? 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑢𝑢𝑢?” 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟. 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑒𝑟. 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢'𝑠 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑧𝑒.

𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦… 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦… ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢. “…𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦,” ℎ𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. “𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑?” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠. “𝑎𝑠 𝑖𝑓 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑢𝑝 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢.”

ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑑. “ℎ𝑜𝑝𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒’𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑡.” “𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑔𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.” ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢. ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔. “𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦𝑦! 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑠!”.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, “𝑜ℎ 𝑚𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢’𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛-𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒.” “𝑗𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑠,” ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑.

𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑎𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑. 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑟. 𝑠𝑜𝑓𝑡 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑠. …𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑. 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑, “𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑎 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦???” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘, “𝑖 𝑐𝑎𝑛’𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑣𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑙𝑦.”

ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛’𝑡 𝑗𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘. ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠… 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑏𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒𝑑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 - 𝑜𝑙𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 - 𝑤𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑. ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑘.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒-𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑘𝑒. “𝑑𝑖𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙, 𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢?” 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑟𝑎𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑑.

𝑛𝑜. 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑜 𝑛𝑜—

𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒.

𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑. 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑙𝑦 𝑠ℎ𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. “𝑖 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒,” ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑒𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟. “…𝑤𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒.”

"𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑦𝑒𝑡"

"𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑒𝑓𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒??!!"

"𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠" 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑..𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑚.

𝑖𝑛 𝑎 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡. 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑢𝑝 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟.

𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 -

𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 & 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑧𝑦. 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡. ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑓 𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝. 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛-𝑡ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑝 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟-𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑.

“𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢… 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡.”

ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦 ℎ𝑢𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛 0.2 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠.

ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑡 𝑢𝑝, 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛. ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑜𝑟. 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑.

𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒: 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚. 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡𝑟𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓𝑓 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑐𝑘.

𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑘𝑒𝑑. “…𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑠𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑦 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠.” 𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑎𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝑝𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒. “"...𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒-"?” 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒𝑑, “𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑑-” 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛. “ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒!” “𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑟, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑑-”

𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑛𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑘𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑠.

𝑓𝑢𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑒𝑑. “…𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢.” “𝑦𝑒𝑎ℎ, 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑒?” “𝑤ℎ𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠?” ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢. “…ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑦? 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑠 𝑜𝑢𝑡.”

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