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Now on with this crazy confusing story...

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EPOV

"Twenty-nine, zero-four, seventy-eight." Eric murmurs, running his fingers over the numbers on the sign. "What does it mean?"

"It's some kind of code or something, right?" Mike asks, peering over Eric's shoulder.

He has a point. The numbers themselves could be a code but the way they're separated makes them look more like...

"A date," I whisper. Bella raises an amused eyebrow at me, clearly thinking of last nights discussion. Our maybe agreement.

"Now?" she questions.

"No, not...you know," I say, awkwardly gesturing between us. "The numbers. They look like a date."

"Oh yeah," Eric says as if the answer the answer was obvious. Though I doubt any answer has ever been obvious to him. He's always seemed a little...slow.

"No fucking way is that a date," Jessica says, rolling her eyes. "Look at the year, that's like sixty years ago!"

It's actually forty-five but she's right, it doesn't make sense. There's no way that it's graffiti from the seventies.

"Look, it's probably just a joke or something," Laurent sighs. "Let's just get home and forget all this ever happened, okay?"

"Are you blind? This isn't a joke people!" Jasper shouts, waving his arms around and pointing up the street. "Look around. Am I the only one that sees what's going on here?"

No, I see it too.

I've seen science fiction movies and documentaries about it though my father once assured me that it was impossible, that it could never really happen. But as I watch my best friend rant, rave and pace up and down the road, I know that my father was wrong.

Crazy actually is contagious.

And I can only really blame myself. If I had've kept my cool earlier instead of screaming and crying like a lunatic, Jasper would be fine now. But now it's too late, my madness has spread. I can only hope that the others are not afflicted.

I should have known something was wrong when he confessed his love for Alice.

The best thing I can do for Jasper now is to get him to my father as fast as possible. He'll know what to do.

"Okay Jasper," I say slowly, approaching him in what I hope is a passive and friendly manner. "Let's just go to my house, okay? Maybe play some Xbox or we could talk to my Dad about what's going on. Does that sound good?"

"What?" he says, looking at me as though I'm the one that's lost my mind. Sadly I almost wish that was still the case. I wonder if the craziness can return to its original host. I'll definitely have to research that.

"It's alright. I know you're confused but my father can help you. I promise," I whisper, trying to avoid embarrassing him in front of the others.

"I'm not crazy, Edward," he says calmly. "And you're Dad can't do anything because he's not here anymore, no-one's here, don't you see?"

"I don't..." I trail off.

"Think about everything we've seen," Jasper urges. "The trees that grew seemingly overnight, the road, the date on the sign. And look at that house, do you recognise it?"

I study the old house that he's pointing to. It looks nothing like it did just days ago, but I still recognise it. Mrs Evans lives there. She's a member of my mothers book club, I used to feed her cat when she went out of town.

"Edward," Jasper smiles as he grabs hold of my shoulders. "You understand now, right? You know what happened?"

I nod dumbly, beginning to feel light headed as the evidence around me slowly suffocates my logic.

"We've travelled forward in time," he answers his own question excitedly.

"Huh."

I barely feel my body hit the ground before everything goes black.