"Are you sure he wasn't moving the curser, he wasn't trying to trick you?" Sarah Jane asked for what was probably the tenth time.
Clyde sighed; this was proving to be harder than he first thought, "Yes, I'm positive! Just trust me on this okay!"
"Whether it was a 'ghost' or not doesn't really matter does it? Whatever was communicating with Clyde gave us some valuable information," Luke decided it was best for him to be the voice of reason; no one else seemed to want to take the job. Clyde smiled at his best friend, at least someone semi-believed him.
Rani pinched the bridge of her nose, a true sign that she was trying to solve a puzzle, "Well, it said that there was either two or three 'intruders', on of them is probably that woman we saw. That means that there is one, or two, more 'intruders' that we don't know about."
"Yes! And those Pharos guys are probably the other two! It was just too convenient that they showed up at that moment," Clyde smiled, finally they were listening.
Sarah Jane smiled, there would be no harm in going along with this ridiculous train of thought, "Fine, we need to keep an eye on those men from Pharos, we also still need to search through the house to find whatever made that woman appear to us."
Clyde nodded his agreement, "I'll stay and with the Pharos guys, you all can look around the house."
They were all surprised by his want to stay put, but none argued as they split up to search through the house.
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Clyde found the two scientists in the library with all their equipment; it looked like they got everything just about set up. Clyde smiled, "Hey guys, is there anything I can do to help?"
John turned around and frowned, it was the first time Clyde had seen him do so since he came here, "This is delicate equipment, it's not for children to play with."
Robert ran a hand through his dark hair, "Don't be ridiculous John," he turned to Clyde, he face still expressionless, "Of course you can help, here, why don't you listen to the recordings of those whispers I got earlier today." He handed the tape recorder to Clyde, and silently went back to checking his monitors, John huffed in frustration and followed suite.
Clyde sat down in an overly plush chair and put the ear phones on, ready to listen to the strange murmurings. He couldn't help but find it odd that John refused to allow him to help. It seemed to go against the chipper man's character. And for Robert to be the one to actually let him stay just made it even more confusing.
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Sarah Jane walked down a hallway on the second floor; Luke and Rani were on the first. Something about this house did not sit right with her; she couldn't help but think that there was more to this than aliens trying to take over the world. As she walked, she felt a cold draft move past her, she drew her coat closer to her body, old houses always have drafts.
Suddenly the air before her seemed to shimmer, the hallway before her became more brightly lit, as if it was the middle of the day. But she knew that it was in fact nearly dark. A man dressed in a tailored suite from the eighteen hundreds walked down the hall towards her, and then through her.
She didn't feel anything as the apparition moved through, Sarah Jane turned around to call after the man, only to find that the man was gone and it was once again a dark empty hallway.
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Luke and Rani walked into the kitchen intent on asking Ms. Fredericks some questions. They found her stirring soup in a pot over her old 50's oven with Izy beside her slicing bread.
Izy looked up from his work, Luke couldn't help but notice that he seemed a little paler than usual, which in hindsight didn't seem remotely possible. Izy gave them a weak, tired smile, "Hey guys, you hungry?"
Ms. Fredericks smiled, "Don't worry, it will only be about ten more minutes."
"We just wanted to ask you a couple questions," Rani said, trying to ignore her stomach's beg for food.
"Of course what did you want to ask?" the elderly woman motioned Izy to stir the soup while she gave the two other teenagers her full attention.
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Izy's POV
Israfil tried his best to ignore the on going conversation behind him, he had more pressing issues to think about, like the fact that he was seriously contemplating the quickest way to dispose of eight bodies, three of them teenage size. No. Stop. He was not thinking about that, well he was, but he wasn't going to act on it. Right now anyway… maybe if he cut them all up in to small one cubic… NO! No, no, no, stop. He needed a better distraction than just stirring soup. He did not want to be brought up on murder charges, orange was not his color. Well it wasn't like he was going to get caught or anything… no! He really he had to stop, it was just so difficult! Something in the conversation behind him caught his attention, yes! DISTRACTION!
Israfil sighed in relief and turned to Luke and Rani, "Eighteenth century clothing?"
Rani looked at him, confused on why he interrupted them after so adamantly stirring the soup, "Seventeenth actually, why?"
"Did the atmosphere seem different to you when she appeared? Was the lighting different, the hallway?" Israfil had an idea where this was going and he didn't like it at all.
Luke nodded, "Now that you mention it, when we saw the woman the hallway was brighter than before and the furniture was different, it was like antiques except they didn't look antique."
Israfil pinched the bridge of his nose; his suspicions were right, "A crack in time, leakage maybe." He said this more to himself, and immediately hoped that no one else heard him.
"A what?" Rani looked confused, damn she heard him.
"Umm… Just something I saw on Star Trek once," Israfil inwardly winced, praying that neither of them had ever seen Star Trek. "I'm going to go check on those Pharos guys, see how their doing… and stuff," Israfil tried to ignore their questioning gazes as slowly walked out of the room. Stopping at a miniature fan on the counter, "Mind if I barrow this for a second?"
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Gen POV
Clyde was simultaneously listening to the recorder trying to pick out words and watching the two scientists as they went about collecting their data, when Izy walked in carrying a miniature revolving fan, a blue light bulb and what looked like a lunch box. Taking out the head phones so he could hear what was probably going to be an interesting conversation, he listened as Izy rambled at what seemed to a hundred miles per second.
"Hey guys, do you happen to have any spare copper wire around, maybe some buttons, or what would be really good is a screwdriver, I like screwdrivers especially green ones. Ya'll have anything remotely electronical that you wouldn't mind me borrowing and possibly never returning to you would do nicely," Izy looked around the room, a slight malicious glint in his eyes. Clyde couldn't help but shiver.
Both John and Clyde looked at Izy with wide eyed confusion, the only one that seemed to follow all of what Izy had said was Robert. Robert didn't reply, he only pointed to a card board box full of wires and other loose electronics.
Izy smiled his gratitude and promptly begun to dig through the box like a kid opening presents on Christmas day.
John snapped out of it and turned to Robert, "Why are letting that child destroy our tools?"
Robert merely shrugged and went back to monitoring the screens and making notes on his observations, adamantly ignoring Izy's loud and a rambunctious muttering as he dug through the box, throwing unwanted items over his shoulder.
After a few minutes, Izy seemed satisfied with his findings and sat cross-legged on the floor, fiddling with wires and other seemingly random items, trying to fit them together in a haphazardly confusing way.
Clyde stood and walked over to his new neighbor, curiosity getting the better of him, "What are you doing"
"Making something that will help find whatever is doing this so we can leave," Izy muttered as he put the finishing touches on his new masterpiece.
The contraption began to wir, as the small fan began to turn and the blue light started to flash, Izy stood smiling as if he won a gold medal at the Olympics, "Now let's go see where it dings!"
Clyde gave Izy a questioning glace, "It dings?"
Izy smiled, "Yeah, it goes ding when there's stuff."
"What is it?" Clyde was begining to think that it was quite possible that Izy had finally gone mad, unless he was already mad and had only gotten madder as the day progressed.
Izy rolled his eyes, "It's a timey wimey detector, duh!"
Wahoo! I finished this chapter! I hope you liked it! Sorry for the wait.
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