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-Chapter 11: Things Not Expected-

Violet sat there in the floating time machine trying to figure out what was going on. Surely this was all just in her head. Time travel was not… is not… could not be possible. "It must be my medications or something," she thought to herself. "They're making me hallucinate or something. I'm actually in my bed at the orphanage or at the hospital. Yes that would explain it all. What I'm seeing isn't really real."

Wilbur noticed the look of confusion blatantly obvious on Violet's face. Maybe he could convince her that things weren't the way it seemed. The only problem was that he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted to happen. Words failed to find him.

Stale silence filled the time machine and the phone line. "Wilbur," Mr. Robinson finally spoke through the phone. "You need to go back. Before things happen that shouldn't."

Ding! Ding! Ding! Wilbur groaned as he looked at the gages on the dash. "Well dad" Wilbur sighed, "even if I wanted to, I can't just take her back. Apparently we need gas."

"What type of fuel does this thing even need?" Violet asked finally coming out of her trance slightly. Surely her mind couldn't come up with this answer on its own. "Petroleum? Water? Solar energy?"

"That is an excellent question," Wilbur said as soon as he realized that he didn't even know the answer.

Cornelius sighed deeply, "It takes a specific grade of rocket fuel that isn't for sale to regular public. It requires paperwork, clearance with many parts of the government and even then sometimes companies can't get it. It would take us a week at least to get it."

Wilbur whistled, "Wow dad. I guess that means we need to come home to fill up the tank."

"It's not that simple," the founder of the future groaned. "I didn't plan on anyone using the time machine for a while. We are currently out of the fuel."

"What about the other time machine?" Wilbur asked. "I could come home and get it and then take her back."

"When you mean out of fuel…"Violet started. Just then the time machine pitched forward and angled towards the ground. Wilbur pulled the steering up, trying to pull the time machine out of the increasingly dangerous nose dive the system was taking on. Gages started to whirl wildly out of control as the time machine lost all power. Wilbur frantically started pushing buttons and flipping switches in an attempt to save them. Violet grabbed a hold of the steering wheel and tried her hardest to pull the time machine up, but to no avail. The steering wheel popped off of the controls.

"We're in trouble," Wilbur said. The time machine spun out of control towards the ground. Wilbur thought he was going to be sick. Violet started screaming. To be honest, Wilbur would have been screaming if he hadn't been made aware that his father was still on the other end of the phone.

-Back at the Robinson Mansion-

Cornelius and Franny sat in horror as they listened to the time machine come crashing to the ground. Violet was screaming as Wilbur was oddly silent. The screeching sound of metal scraping across metal, glass crashing, and of heavy objects suddenly stopping filled the room though the phone's receiver. Franny let out a small shriek as her hand flew to her face, a mother's look of pure horror taking up residence on her pretty face. Cornelius' eyes grew as his mind raced with thoughts of the worst outcomes coming into play. Memories of his test flights with earlier models of the time machine filled his head. He knew better than anyone that the safety rating on such a vehicle was, to put it bluntly, horrible. He hadn't planned on this happening. Wilbur was in there…

"Wilbur? Wilbur, are you there?" Cornelius yelled as he picked the phone up and took it off of the loud speaker. Franny's eyes were filling with tears rapidly. Cornelius tried to smile at her reassuringly as he reached to hold her hand. "Wilbur Mathew Robinson, can you hear me?"

-Back with the Time Machine-

Wilbur coughed as he pulled himself from the rubble. He shook his head trying to get rid of the ringing in his ears, but to no avail. It took him a moment to remember what had happened. Then what he did remember was only in peices: the time machine, the chaos, the feeling of helpless panic, Violet… He looked around trying to find Violet and found her lying on her back a few feet away. He walked over to her clumsily and looked down at her. "You okay?" He asked once he found his voice.

Violet's blue eyes blinked open, "Yeah… I'm just…. Out of breath… What…. About you?"

As soon as she asked the question, Wilbur realized how the world seemed to be spinning slightly… or at least constantly tilting. Violet looked at him worriedly, "You need to… sit down…"

Wilbur took a step forward and tripped over his own two feet. He caught himself on his hands and knees, then pushed himself upright again "I'm fine."

"Lie."

Violet stood up and walked over to Wilbur. She looked at him, her eyes full of concern. She reached out to him and touched his forehead. She pulled her hand away to show him the blood that was now on it, "You need to sit down. You look like you are about to pass out."

Wilbur blinked at her dumbly. How did she get blood on her hand? It just happened, but Wilbur couldn't explain it. Wilbur looked at the remnants of the time machine. It was beat up really bad; the paint was all scratched and chipped, the metal was all twisted beyond recognition, the tires were sticking up towards the sky and the glass was all shattered. His parents were going to kill him. That's when he remembered the phone. Surely it was around there somewhere. He started to look for it, but for some reason he couldn't seem to focus on anything. Everything was slightly blurry. "Hey Violet, do you see the phone?"

"Wilbur!"

-Back at the Robinson Mansion-

"Wilbur, are you there?" Cornelius asked for about the twentieth time. Panic was ready to take a hold of him. If he didn't have Franny worrying beside him, he would have taken off running right then and there. "Hello? Anyone?"

"Uh… Sir," Violet's voice came through the receiver. "Wilbur passed out."

Cornelius closed his eyes and tried to keep his questions straight, "Violet, are you okay?" He knew from past experiences that doing things rashly could only have catastrophic results.

"As good as I can be all things considered. Nothing broken and I don't feel any pain…"

"Okay, is Wilbur breathing?" Franny whimpered a little as her husband asked this question.

"Yes, he's breathing," Violet answered. "His forehead is bleeding and he looks a little pale though. What should I do?"

"Stay on the phone and try to stop the bleeding" Cornelius answered. He pushed a button on the underside of the phone which beeped once saying that the phone was tracing the location of the other party and sending help to that location. "I'm sending help. Don't go anywhere."

Violet laughed, "I don't know where I would go considering I'm not sure where I am."

Cornelius looked at his wife and put his hand over the receiver, "Franny, can you stay on the line with her for me?"

"Where are you going?"

Mr. Robinson ran to grab his coat as Franny just glared at the phone unsure of what to do. "I'm going to them."

"I want to go with you," Franny said.

"I need you to keep talking to her, keep her on that phone. Remember that as long as she keeps talking the signal keeps being sent to the EMTs. I need to get there to help cover for the fact that the only person conscience there has no idea what's going on and we need to keep it that way as much as possible."

"But… I don't know if I can do this…" Franny whispered harshly. "What if I tell her something she shouldn't know?"

Cornelius walked over to Franny and kissed the top of her head, "Don't worry about it. You'll be okay. Just talk to her as if nothing strange is occurring. Don't panic and it will be okay. I promise." And with that, he started sprinting towards the car. Franny smiled, happy that her husband had created the technology it did. Just by being on the phone, they could tell where Violet was with the phone. And that location had not only been sent to the emergency rescue team, but also to the car so it knew where to lead her husband to.

-Back with the Time Machine-

Violet sat there in the grass with Wilbur's head resting in her lap. If it wasn't for the fact that he had just passed out, he would almost look peaceful. Violet used one hand to hold the phone up to her ear and the other to try and apply pressure to the wound on Wilbur's head. She waited for something to happen; Wilbur to come to, a voice to come through the phone, anything. She waited, not allowing herself to even think about being afraid.

Finally a voice came in on the other end of the line, "Violet, you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here."

"Good," the voice responded sounding relieved. "That's good…"

Violet felt the need to start asking questions. She needed answers so that she didn't sound like a complete idiot when helped arrived, "Can I ask some questions?"

"Sure," the woman said. "What questions do you have?"

Violet thought about it for a moment, "Who are you?"

"I'm Wilbur's mother," the voice explained.

"Well I figured that out," Violet said with a sigh, "I meant more than that. What's your name?"

There was a hesitant pause on the other end of the line, "I'm… Franny."

Violet smiled, this was the best hallucination she had ever had, "Really? What's your last name?"

"Robinson."

"Franny Robinson?" Violet asked, "Really? What was your maiden name?"

"Framagucci."

"So let me get this straight, I'm talking to my best friend, but she's an adult now, with her own family and everything" Violet stated. She couldn't believe what she was being told. "Tell me about yourself. Obviously a lot has happened to you since I last talked to you."

"Well," Franny started with a laugh, "I'm married."

"I hope so," Violet said with a laugh. In the distance she could hear the sounds of sirens racing through the streets trying to get to their location in this field. "Who are you married to?"

"Cornelius," Franny answered.

"Glad to hear that he got around to asking you out. At least he listened to me on that topic," Violet said. "And I see you have a son."

"Yes, we have one son, Wilbur, whom you've met."

Violet looked out towards the edge of the field and saw a small group of cars headed in their direction. It would take them a couple of minutes to get over to them. She looked over at the smoldering remains of the flying car they had just been in moments ago. It looked so out of place against the backdrop of the beautiful city not too far in the distance.

Violet took a deep breath and her eyes widened as she realized something. The air smelled heavily like a mix of gasoline, oil, and gun powder. There was a leak and if the time machine gained a spark or anything, the remains of the time machine would cause a problem. If the fumes ignited, there would be a problem.

"Uh, Franny, we have a problem," Violet said as she slowly stood up. She held the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she maneuvered herself to try and pick up Wilbur under his arms. "There's a gas leak from the time machine."

"That doesn't make any sense," Franny said. "You crashed to begin with because the time machine was out of fuel, right?"

Violet pulled Wilbur slowly farther away from the time machine, "Beats me. This technology is way too advanced for me. But you might want to tell the fire department that there is a possibility of an explos—"

-END OF CHAPTER 11-

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