Disclaimer: I don't own Redwall but all of the characters are mine.
Timothy, a young mouse, was surprised he was still awake at such a late hour. He thought of taking a break on the old couch in the gate house. He couldn't figure out what was wrong. He stared at his computer monitor and simply watched web pages vanish from the server. He checked backup after backup, and everything was being erased.
"How is this possible!" He shouted and smashed his fists on his laptop computer. Early the next morning, there was a light knock on the door. Timothy had bundled himself up in his habit and slept on the couch. "Come in." He said sleepily. An old hedgehog came in and set herself on the chair by the desk.
"You figure anything out yet Tim?" She asked.
"No, it's the strangest thing. I print it out, and the text fades right off the paper. One thing was curious though, the papers on The Great War all had my name on them."
"One of the dibbuns had a crazy idea about that maybe somebeast traveled back in time and made those documents. Everything's vanisin' because they haven't been made."
Tim looked at her strangely. "I thought you were going to tell me that there were plenty of Tims in the history of Redwall. It might just be that I'm half asleep but that idea sounds almost reasonable. Starra, wasn't Brother Jeff working on something like that?"
"Aye he was." Starra the hedgehog nodded.
"I'll ask him." Tim stood up. He pulled his laptop from it's docking station and carried it under his arm. He wandered his way through the Abby, only stopping to admire the remake of a great tapestry that hung in the old building, so many long seasons ago. He continued on thought the kitchens where cooks were busy making breakfast.
"Morning Tim." A young female mouse about the same age as Tim called after him.
"Huh? Oh, morning Chloe." Tim continued walking to the cellars and barely looked over his shoulder.
"Ee luvs you'm de'rly marm." An old molemaid patted Chloe on the shoulder then returned to her duties. Tim entered the dark cellars. He walked past rows of barrels filled with wines and ciders and ales.
"Brother Jeff?" Tim called out. He opened the heavy metal door to the cold storage room. "Brother Jeff?"
"Over here." A small hedgehog sat in a folding lounge chair with a tankard of ale in one paw.
"Jeff, I wanted to talk to you about your time machine project." Tim said.
"Oh, yes. I tested it just last night." Jeff took a long drink from his tankard. "I sent a ball five minutes into the future and sure enough, five minutes later it was there."
"What about going into the past, say, twelve hundred seasons."
"I haven't tested it. Besides, lets see, anything sent back that far would be destroyed in the The Great War. Why did you want to see the old building?"
"No, I was thinking that maybe I'm the one who made some of those documents that are dispersing. Just a thought."
"Make an announcement at breakfast, I'll send ya off before lunch." Jeff winked at Tim.
"Thank you Jeff." Tim tried to push the door but found it locked.
"It only opens from the outside, that's why I'm still in here." Jeff finished off the tankard. Tim sat on the floor and opened his laptop.
"I sent an email to the Abbot, I'm sure he'll be here shortly." Tim closed his laptop and looked for another tankard. The door of the cold store room flew open. A very old mouse peered into the room. "Abbot Rupert, not a moment too soon."
"We must fix this door." The Abbot said as he adjusted his glasses. Jeff and Tim followed the old mouse to the Great Hall where breakfast was being served. After breakfast, Tim stood from his seat and tapped his glass with a spoon.
"Everyone, I think I know whats happening to our old records." Tim said. He waited for the chit-chat to die down before continuing. "I think that one of us, probably me, traveled through time to save those records into a computer system." Tim paused again until the quieted laughter died down. "So, Brother Jeff has tested his time machine and will send me off before lunch."
"Bah! Your crazy, wot!" A brown and white hare exclaimed.
"Sam, I know it's crazy, but it what has to happen. Otherwise, history will start being rewritten." Tim sat back down.
"I'm coming with you." Chloe called out.
"No your not!" Her mother yelled across the table.
"I have to go alone. The old records said that there was one strange visitor who claimed to be a Redwaller but was never known. It makes sense now to think that this visitor could have been from our time." Tim said. "I should get ready to go." He left the table and went to the gate house. He filled a small backpack with various things. He dug around in the messy gate house until he found his armor. Chain mail made from carbon fiber and painted camouflage. His long compound bow was painted the same. He put the mail shirt and pants under his habit and the bow across his back. Tim carried the heavy backpack over one shoulder and his laptop under his arm. He kicked the old web server on the ground. "You better not break down while I'm gone." He said to it. Tim made his way to the cellar. Everybeast from the Abby was crammed into the cellar to wish Tim farewell.
"Goodbye Tim!"
"Come back to us wot!"
"You'm 'ave fun niow."
Tim stepped into a metal platform with a railing around it. "So long all. If I don't make it back, then I'm very sorry."
"Are you ready?" Jeff came in front of Tim with the control panel of the machine.
"Ready, try to put me in front of the old Abby, twelve hundred seasons ago."
"Right-o, three, two, one..."
Zap!