TimeLine

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Chapter 2

Part 1

"Poppas back!" cried a young boy as he ran into his sister's room.

"Already?" The girl asked, puzzled, their father often left on business around the world. He was after all a genius, one of the world's best scientists, in fact he owned his own firm.

This firm was located next to their house with a long basement connected to both. In this basement their gifted father and his colleges began work on a time machine. For the last twenty-five years this project had consumed the man. But this was his creation, his baby if you will, he wouldn't risk anyone's life in the testing of it, so he volunteered to try it first.

The family hadn't expected him back for at least six moths if not a year. Imagine their shock when he came back after only a week.

"Come on!" the little boy cried as he grabbed his sister's hand and dragged her to their father.

"Poppa!" she exclaimed as she ran into his arms.

"Lorelei, my daughter, how I have missed you! It gets harder to leave my children every time."

"But Poppa you have only been gone a week." It was upsetting to her to see her father so emotional. Their family was used to being separated a week or two, even a month wasn't enough to raise an eyebrow at.

"Really?" He looked from his nineteen-year-old daughter to his five-year-old son, Gabriel for confirmation. "Intriguing, tell your mother I am home and will be at dinner." With that he turned on his heel and walked away.

Used to his odd behavior Lorelei picked her brother up and exited from their father's lab.

Part 2

It had been almost a month, twenty-one days to be precise sense Dean had returned. His machine – ingenious as it was, was completey unstable. He couldn't use it again, he couldn't risk spending another seven months in the past to come back and find out each day had been a month in his own time. He wouldn't risk his family… even for his science.

He retired to his bedroom that night leaving an envelope by his machine; tomorrow he would send it. Dean prayed his friend would understand as he crawled into bed with his wife, Ellen.

Meanwhile Lorelei couldn't sleep. Giving up she got out of bed and dressed, grabbing a backpack she left her room. She found herself exploring her father's laboratory when she saw an envelope on his perfectly ordered desk. Noting this was odd she reached for it to see whom it was addressed to. There was no address only a name, Erik.

"Poppa went back in time and met the Phantom of the Opera?" she questioned aloud but chided herself for the thought. She didn't notice but as she removed the envelope from the desk her sleeve flipped a switch.

Hearing a machine start running Lorelei went to investigate, forgetting the envelope in her hand. She saw a large platform with glowing blue lights underneath. Knowing that she shouldn't but ignoring it anyway she stepped on to the platform. The lights glowed brighter and an odd tingling sensation racked over her body.

The ground seemed to disappear below her feet and slam back into them. She felt sick and fell to the ground.

"Who are you! Are you all right!" a voice asked. Not recognizing it she opened her eyes to see the face of Christine Daee.

"Oh my gosh." Lorelei muttered before fainting.

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