I had to be dreaming – traveling through time can do a number on your brain, with your internal space-time clock getting all jumbled you can really see some heavy shit.
The officers were standing over me, one of them was holding a tablet and reading it. “Thats him, must have some work done, but not enough to pass the facial rec program.”
“Well Mr. Donlak, should’nt have cheaped out on the facial reconstruction. Get up.”
Oh crap. “Sure officers, let me get dressed.”
“You’ve got five minutes.” They left the room, Char must have been in the other room, I could here their voices but couldn’t make out what they were saying. I searched for a way out. I looked out the window, 16 stories up, too far to jump. Damn it.
I came in to face the music – Char looked troubled, the police were stern and serious. “I’m sorry officers, I’m not sure what I’ve done wrong.”
“It says here you’re in your 40′s. You know it’s a sex crime for having sex with a 23 year old after the age of 40, don’t you mister Donlak?” Damn, I just realized that Char is 13 in my timeline, I felt kind of weird.
“Uhm, no I didn’t. And do I look like I’m in my 40′s? And Char, I can’t believe you called the cops.” She looked exasperated at me, and lipped that she didn’t.
“She didn’t have to, the scan in the door sent us the information.”
“What? That things wrong, I’m clearly not in my 40′s.”
“We have your information here, says you live on 5555 Mount Blankhorn Rd.”
Think Donlak. You can’t tell them you’re a time traveller and I’m really not the 40 year old version of myself. I might create a paradox. “Well Char isn’t going to press charges is she?”
“No. I don’t want to press charges.” She said trying to prevent my incarceration.
“Unfortunately miss, that isn’t necessary, come with us.” The made me stand and headed for the door, they didn’t cuff me…
“Aren’t you gonna cuff me?”
“Excuse me? There’s no need the chip in the head will prevent you from running.” Bingo. There ain’t no chip in my head, now I wonder if they’ll shoot me when I try to escape. I’ve got plans in my own timeline this weekend.
They led me outside the apartment, one ahead of me the other behind me. Char was crying in the apartment, the door shut closed and we headed to the elevator, I was trying to plan what I would do when I got out. Inside the elevator one of the cops started talking to me.
“You don’t remember me do you Donlak?”
I inspected the guy, couldn’t place it. “Nope, sorry.”
“I’m Nancy’s brother.”
“Who’s Nancy.”
“You son of a bitch!” He unleashed a violent blow to my stomach. Knocked the wind out of me. The other officer pulled him off of me.
“Don’t worry Gary, this guys finally gonna get locked up for a long time.”
“I didn’t fucking do anything.”
“Shut up!” Gary said as he threw me up against the wall. Just then the doors opened and who was standing there but an older version of one of my good friends, I nick named:
“Doc!”
Just kidding, his name is:
“Tom” but he’s a scientist and … ah fuck it.
to be concluded—->
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