[Richard]
I woke up with a start. What the hell happened? I remembered letting the shift take over, but it was like I was being pulled down inside myself. It wasn’t natural.
“Are you getting up or are you going to sleep the whole weekend? ‘Cause, if you’re sleeping, I want your breakfast.” Jean-Claude said from across the room.
He was dressing for the day. I picked up my cellphone and stared at it. I replaced this phone years ago. The room was the one Jean-Claude and I shared for most of our lives. We didn’t like being separated.
Had all of that been a dream? Did the potion send me back in time? I looked at the date. November 30th…. Six years ago. Heather’s seventeenth birthday.
I needed to figure out if that was a dream or if I was sent to the past. The trouble was not messing up
