Jess:
The explosion shook through the entire building, the entire room quickly becoming engulfed in flames. Just as I was about to be consumed by the flames, my vision turned to darkness and I knew nothing more.
Slowly, I came into consciousness. A high-pitched ringing sounded in my ears, and I could feel the rough floorboards beneath me. For a few moments, my eyes stubbornly refused to open. When my eyes finally did open, I noticed I was in a completely different place to where I had been before the explosion. Instead of being greeted with the sight of rubble and burning remains of the building, I saw a purely white room. The walls, floor, ceiling and doors were all painted in a shade of brilliant white. The only thing in the room that wasn't white was a neon yellow sticky note attached to the door at the far side of the door.
Hesitantly, I made my way over to the door, and saw that there was a message written on it, addressed to me. The message said:
Jess-
You have just travelled six months into the past. You cannot leave this building without causing drastic changes to the timeline established.
If you open this door, you will find a small office, with a laptop and a phone on the desk. There are two tasks you need to complete to ensure the timeline remains intact. You will know exactly what you need to do.
Good Luck.
I opened the door and, just as the note had described, I stepped into a small office. On the desk was a laptop with the screen displaying a word processor with four words written on it. 'Universal Shift Technology (news)' Next to this, was a telephone, with a piece of paper lying next to it. On the piece of paper was a single phone number, with a time and date written beneath it. There was no mistaking who the phone number belonged to, after all, the number was mine.
On the date written there, I had received a phone call that, at the time, I had assumed to be a prank caller. The speaker talked about Universal Shift Technology as though it was common knowledge before it had even hit the news. That caller was me.
I now knew exactly what I was meant to do. I was meant to phone my past self and deliver a warning. I was meant to write the article that would change the world. This is my task, and this is what I'll do.
AN: I can't believe this story has now come to an end.
I have plans to write a sequel for this, so keep an eye out for it.