The Story: Pt VI

I stare at my journal in disbelief. So this is a time machine, I think to myself. Let's see if it works.

I begin to smirk as more equations sift their way into my mind. I am beginning to recover my memory and whether that is good or bad I'm not entirely sure.

These equations trickle down in to my mind and process themselves so that the mathematical section of my brain can begin commanding my finger tips, telling them what to tap, to flick and to turn.

Now I fully understand what the words "place over subject" had meant. For a brief moment I understand what I am supposed to do. The smirk continues to make its imprint on my face as I place the overhead part of the machine directly above me, just as my brain has instructed. Although I am glad to feel in control for once, the smirk slowly fades from my lips. Solemnly, I sigh--it's as if I'm tired of the part of me that was trying to smirk. I flick one last switch and the machine begins to shower me in a bright, violet beam.


I collapse into a room with a cadet blue rug and a floral sofa. As I collapse, my back hits the bottom of the sofa causing my head to jerk back and hit the cushions. My hand grabs for the shaggy, slate blue carpet and I cry out in pain.

"Daniel!" the woman standing in front of me gasps as she reaches out to help me up and make sure I'm okay. Her curly blonde hair frames her face perfectly as she stares at me in concern with her stunning sapphire eyes. I'm taken aback by the way the expression of shock is painted so beautifully on her face. "Daniel?" she repeats.


My name is Daniel.

The purple beam continues to project across my pale skin. It itches a little, but for some reason I am now smiling.

My name is Daniel.