On Shifting Tenses

by Kerowyn

I do not know if Russell ever intended it to be read by any but herself... A chemistry accident sends Russell back in time thirty years. What will she do when confronted with the man who will be her husband? Set between MREG and LETT

9. Interlude

Chapter Eight

Interlude

I was falling through a jumbled ocean of sensation. Half-heard conversations and laughter, a blur of colour and light, something soft brushing across my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

The sensory overload faded and I was sitting in my rooms at Oxford, my bare feet stretched out to the fire crackling in the hearth.

"Welcome back." Holmes said around the pipe in his mouth. He was seated in the window, watching the traffic in the courtyard below.

"Thanks." I glanced down at the book in my hands. It was The Time Machine by H.G. Wells. I smiled and dropped the book on a nearby table. The dangers of reading speculative fiction before nodding off. I stretched and sat up.

"Was I asleep?"

"You are."

"What?"

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