Phil sighed as he tossed and turned in his bed, unable to sleep.
Why? Why now? Why now, after we've been here so long?
It's not fair. It's just not fair.
Just recently, Phil's dad had begun to work on the time machine. And, perhaps even more amazingly, had begun to make progress on it (because of course, Lloyd was not at all famous for his craftsmanship on the time machine).
But now with the very real possibility of leaving looming ever closer, Phil began to act differently around everybody, something Keely took a special notice of.
Phil shook his head. He didn't want to think of Keely now. He looked at the wall opposite his window. On it was the shadow of a tree branch, which looked like the skeleton of the wing of a bat.
Wings…
…that makes me think of…
escapism disappearing invisibility ghosts spirits fate faith love pain emotion
A slew of other words jumped into Phil's mind in a split second, but eventually, they all led to one thing, one idea:
Home.
Home, wherever it happened to be for him.
Home in 2121?
No… no that didn't seem quite right.
Home right here? Right now?
That still didn't feel quite right either.
Maybe… just maybe… it's… it's…
Phil never finished that thought, as he fell asleep soon after it drifted into his mind.