Time Ghost

Chapter 7

2009

I am stuck in the year I’ve hated the most. No friends in high school, under pressure of my own ambition and three bullies across my back, parents loathed my presence and relished me rotten inside the garage....

Oh, France. Shall I detest your presence? It’s not your fault.

Then.

My first phenomenon rewinds them all back into oblivion. Frankly, I’m in nobody’s frame to investigate. It is a mystery of how to return for 2020 once more. Alternate universe at its finest, because no drone hovers around the vicinity in my day.

And now, I have to administer transfer of deeds for Safina’s asset. She wants to head back for Germany and died there in company. Of whom? Her families, for sure. It’s worth a wait, but I have to investigate more on the matter.

‘Two bodies found under the rubbles near four-stories household in the city of Saint Paul. Reported sightings of purple beam from the west, but there are no real evidence it leads to the house being decimated to pulp....’

~click-click~

Chuck strokes the keyboard, absorbed in the regular maintenance duty for the drones and its software. Damien learns none of such mechanics in the past. Yet, the old farmer’s mind supports him to operate most of the technology around and lead him in autopilot.

“Dinner’s ready, honey.”

Smells of toasted eggs and burned coffee arouses the old man to come near.

This is quite new. I’ve never read of any eggs in a toaster. Burned coffee, even, they literally burn those seeds to ashes.... So novel, this universe.

~click-click~

The old man smirks before his woman. He dives into hidden smile that Lilia has offered. Last night, a werewolf devoured his rabbit in speed, against which its victim screams in fear to gouge a mouthful of water consequently. Neither fountain explodes too early, nor an exhaustion under a blast of minutes, since the beast trained to evade the button and withdrawn from the hunt if necessary.

For that reason, Lilia patted him soft to the cheek in the morning. She blushed whenever Chuck laid a tease.  

~slap~

A direct strike to the buns in wide-opened palms, then followed by a squeeze.

The old man chuckled, ”Yeah, look at that, all sore and haughty.” He said jokingly.

“Ow, you bastard son of a-“

Against her curse, Chuck lies in anticipation, but no further of them commenced.

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All I have in my research is that Dona, the city I have lived, is located within the state of Minnesota. Over all the facts I have known about the state, no trace or probabilities that this city is fake and recently-built. It has been established since the day of independence alongside the state itself in 1858.

Current richest person in the world is a drone and defensive arms specialist named James Watson Punemere. French-born and a geek, fairly distinct to the oil tycoon in my universe.

Do I have to...

Ah! I could use this for my further investigation. What’s with bitcoin laying around in a faster rate of growth?

The old man wraps the last bite of toasted eggs on the table. He eats it lavishly to ignoring dirts on the platter and devoured them in a whole. Against his actions, though, Lilia watched his extravagant nature in giggles,” Don’t forget to breathe, honey. You’ll need another rabbit to satisfy.” She resumed.

A wipe across the face, Chuck chews a small dip of toasted eggs on the lips then stare towards his wife in dazzled look.

“Ah, I’ll better head to the manor or it’s gonna be a cold shoulder from the mayor.” He said,” I’ll take the bus, don’t worry, you can go to your friends. I won’t give you a no for that.”

The old woman bent backwards a little,”Really? You mean it?”

“Yeah-“

~smooch~

A wet one landed on the cheek,”That’s for being a good guy lately, sweet-“

~zap~

“Whoa!”

Without any repercussions towards the old woman at most, a thunder struck against her husband’s body to make him unconscious in the end.