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Did we see them?
Prologue
As previously mentioned in my journal entry marked Did we see
him? Things have happened inrecent months that have questioned my
sanity.
After returning from an experience that I find hard to come to
terms with. I saw things no personshould have seen. To give you
some ideas, we were sent by an organisation called The Glove to
tryand find out what information Sir Percy Fawcett had obtained on
his last trip up the Amazon.What we saw. Or did we?Has haunted me
since our return. Things that were neither man noranimal, beings
that lived in neither the living world, nor were they dead. They
worshipped a whiteman, who could have been Fawcett. As we we left,
at Fawcett's bequest, we witnessed the truehorrors of this life as
he was beaten, close to death before being eaten by ants, while the
tribedevoured a person's body. The poor soul was still alive as
they tore him apart, the screams of agony,
just helping their enjoyment.Then, the horror of holding my best
friend Tommy Curridge as he died in my arms with a spear inhis
chest. All the time praying we could get out of that hell yet
fearing we too were doomed to a life
as tormented souls.On arriving back at the Bell club, here in
Belgravia, London. After telling my story to my goodfriends Anthony
Harkley, Christopher Jackman and Harrison Merrill, I went out to
partake of someair and have a pipe to calm my shattered nerves.
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I was only out of the club a few minutes, during which time a
strange fog appeared. On my return Ifound I could not open the
doors and had to be admitted by a fellow member. Up on entering I
wastold I may hold the answer to a mystery.What mystery could my
return solve? I pondered as I climbed the stairs of my old club,
so
changed I hardly knew it.The mystery was a locked door, to which
nobody in the club could open. As I looked at the lock, Ifumbled in
my coat pocket and found my old room key, this key did open the
locks to myastonishment. I found myself standing in front of a
swirling energy mass focussed to a series of light
bulbs. On my bedside table lay an envelope marked Did we see
them? Beside it was a note I hadwritten, my hand clearly legible
despite the obvious shaking. The note said If you are reading
this,
you have passed through a temporal energy mass. The mist you
were in has transported you, tenyears forward, signed Charles Q
.Even though being an adveturer and having an enquiring mind after
years of seeing srange lands. Ifind this hard to believe. Yet, here
I stand as evidence in my own equation, my keys opened a doorlocked
for ten years. In part, therefore at least some of it was true.
Which parts I have yet to find?
I stood transfixed by the beauty of the colours before me, as
the machinery whirred away andenergy mass throbbed and hummed, we
stood looking at this for some minutes in total awe of itspowers
before my new found friend commented. What is that?That is a time
mass. The clours you see are all the ages flying through the air
like bubbles.
Are you serious? my friend queried me, looking very much as
though he thought this was somewild ruse.Totally serious, I stand
here as the proof myself. Your keys could not open these locks as
they are
linked to the mass. If you had opened them, there would have
been a time paradox of enormousdimensions.Now you are joking! A
time paradox. What in the good Queen's name is that?
No, I am deadly serious. A paradox is when something happens
that should not. Like you meetingyourself.Or killing a relative, so
I wont be born, you mean?
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Exactly, this one would have involved people from all ages
meeting people they would not havemet and taking back all kinds of
things to their time.That would have catastrophic effects on the
world we know.Far worse than that, this world would not exist, as
we know it. If at all.So.How did your keys worked after all this
time?The only reason, I can think of is that they must have
absorbed some of the energy. When my keys
are placed in the locks, sensing the energy signature-time keeps
in its place.Sounds a bit far fetched to me!I admit, it does to me
as well. Yet, here I am ten years on from when I walked out of the
doors only
minutes ago. I am sorry I haven't got to introduce myself yet I
am...Charles Palmerston, my friend answered before I could finish.
I had an idea, when we met
outside, when your keys opened this door I was certain. My name
is Jeffrey Hollings, sir.Nice to meet you Jeffrey, no need for the
sir though, just Charles or Charlie is fine.I cannot do that,
sir.
Why not for heavens sake, Jeffrey?Still looking at me in awe,
Jeffrey said,Your theories on time travel, have become
essential
reading for scientists, philosophers and theologians.
But, they were just wild estimations without any real research.
Jeffrey I can't see how they couldhave been even close to correct.
I was so rushed off my feet back then, with the Glove asking me
tolook for Fawcett and the need for money to finance this project.
I had no chance to verify myfindings or publish the work.Sir, your
calculations were only slightly off. I took time to check, re-check
and triple check the
tiny adjustments before I published the work last year. Although
I got the final credit, I made surethat everbody knew it was your
work that had pique'd my curiosity.That was so kind of you Jeffrey,
it would have been a great boost to your crediblity to have
claimed the glory.I know, but for a couple of reasons I
couldn't.Oh, what were they then? If I may ask?
Looking sheepichly Jeffrey said,Firstly it is wrong to claim
glory, for something you did not do.And I was never sure if your
calculations would work in practice. The theory proved correct
onsmall items, travelling small distances in time, but people? That
is different, sir.I am grateful for the thanks you gave me,
Jeffrey. Yes, it is wrong to claim false credit. What if
somebody had asked you to explain something about my work? Then
found out you knew only thebrief outlines of it. You would be
banned from the club.Fidgeting nervously he asked,Are you going to
the Scociety to claim your rightful honours, sir?I looked at
Jeffrey and replied, I didn't do this for the honours and money,
Jeffrey. I did it forscientific curiousity alone. I have proved the
theory of time travel.I know, sir, you should be honoured by the
Society.That bunch of humble-bums, they are so out dated, Jeffrey.
They would never accept the theory,
even though I'm here as proof.What do you plan to do then, sir?I
laughed and said, First of all, get you to call me Charlie from now
on. I haven't been honouredand don't wish to be. I am a scientist,
Jeffrey, not a Lord. I wont deny, the money and status wouldhelp
our project immensely.Jeffrey blinked and replied, Did you say
ourproject?Yes. Unless you don't wish to be a part of it.Jeffrey
didn't take long to answer, I'd be very honoured, Charlie. To think
a mere student could beinvited on such a trip is beyond
imagination.That,Jeffrey, is what I want to show you. How
travelling in time is so rewarding in itself. Thethings and people
we can see.And talk to?Sadly, we can't interact, Jeffrey.Why not,
Charlie?The laws of causality will be tampered with if we do,
Jeffrey. Any contact we have will possibly
