The sea breeze was light and steady, plenty of power to fill the slaver's sails. Thankfully, they had to work against the local current and prevailing...winds before they could get a closer look at our shore. The tall masts would provide easy sighting of our small boats. Looking up the hill I could see the recall signal still flashing. The nauseating thought of my people captured caused a cold sweat to dawn on my face. The time ticked away in my head as the ships closed on the men struggling with. It’s a dead end. She spins around in a panic looking for the source of the soft purple light, but is unable to find it. She frantically scrambles against the slippery wet green bricks in a futile attempt to escape this hell she has found herself in. Suddenly she stops, frozen like stone, a chill swirls around her body, her heart pounding but her body motionless. She can feel the darkness closing in behind her, but she is trapped with nowhere to run. “Why are you fighting me?” His voice echoes. That didn’t make sense because the books were written in Grandpa’s lifetime, when Harrison Holdings, which was mentioned, hadn’t existed.When I asked Grandpa about it, his first response was: “Finn, you mustn’t read about yourself. No one should know too much about their future destiny.”“But how come I’m in the book at all?”“It’s complicated”, he replied, unsatisfactorily. “Look, those books I brought with me from 2027 are about the history of my timeline. But my timeline doesn’t exist anymore.. "I could pick you up at your house in my car" Laura said obviously not wanting to give up easily. "As a matter of fact, why don't you spend the night. We'll grill a steak, toss up a salad, play some music and just hang out" she added. Tina knew by now that they both had the same intentions. "Sounds great. I'll ride my bike home, call my dad and let him know where I'll be. He has my cell phone number if he needs to call me. About seven okay?" "Seven is fine" replied Laura. .