~Maximum Ride: Preventing the Apocalypse~
~Chapter Three: I'm Talking Time Travel~
"If you don't trust me with the meals, I'll go and wake the girls," I huffed, as Iggy was already cracking eggs into a saucepan. 'Twerps'.
Remember, Block Your Mind.
Gotcha. Block my mind. Um, wait. Max not know how block mind.
I will do it for you.
Okkayy, let's put the voice to the test, I walked down into the room at the end of the corner, and saw Nudge sprawled out across the bed, tangled in the covers, the Eleven year old's mouth was shut. It was hardly ever shut, which was what made her look weird. I gently shook her shoulder, and she moaned.
"Hey sweetie, up and at 'em," I said, and Nudge blinked, her eyes opening slowly.
"What?" she mumbled.
"Another day. Get up an' face it."
"Hi Max," said a voice from behind me, and I turned to see Angel there. I didn't notice how she had got out of her small, cosy room that fast.
"It's cause you didn't expect me to be up," Angel smiled, and I chuckled. "Can you do my buttons?"
"Yep," I replied, and began to do them.
Sooner or later, we were in the kitchen, eating eggs.
"Hey," Iggy wolfed down some scrambled eggs, and then looked at Nudge and Angel. "You'll never guess what Max asked earlier, ladies."
I groaned. Then a thought came to me; I don't remember Iggy saying that before. Nor Angel being behind me when I woke Nudge up.
The Timeline is already changing, Maximum.
Oh, and that's good?
Yes. You didn't want your family to die. So obviously, the Timeline has to change.
Wait, what about Paradox? I saw something on TV once, where somebody went back in time and saved their dad from dying – loads of monsters got unleashed upon the world. Will that happen?
No. Some events are fixed points in time. The event of your Flock's death was not. You can change that and not affect the universe.
"...And then, she asked to make breakfast!" Iggy laughed, and so did Gazzy. Fang remained silent, and I rolled my eyes. Then, I remembered that he was blind.
"I'm rolling my eyes, Ig."
"Hey," Angel announced. "The Strawberries are really ripe now, do you want to go and pick them?
"Yeah, Okay," Gazzy replied.
"I'd rather not," I murmured, and Angel looked at me sadly.
"The strawberries are so ripe today, Max. It'd be fun! Please."
"Maybe tomorrow," I murmured. "Right now, let's see if we can get that old TV working."
"Yeah," Angel agreed. "After all, look at the clouds over there. They might rain."
A Storm is coming, Maximum. The Storm Is Coming faster than before.
And what was that supposed to mean, oh mighty voice?
