Because I was away for so long here's a quick posting for chapter two. A little exposition as I have to set up the situation surrounding Ethan and Benny's search for the time-traveling Mr. Lark. Please enjoy.

I couldn't find anything on Benny's parents so I'm just going to make something up. I always assumed they were dead in the show and he was raised by his grandma but I think one or both of them are referenced at one point. I'll just make something up.

Also referencing another show over the course of this story. See if you can guess what show it is in this chapter. The fate of a character in this story is borrowed from the show as is the opening lines. It's not a direct tie in but the events that Ethan and Benny stumble across as they search for Mr. Lark are formatted in the style of this other show. Also this show has a connection to My Babysitter's a Vampire.

Enjoy.

THIS IS A TRUE STORY

The events depicted took place in Ontario in 1995.

At the request of the survivors, the names have been changed.

Out of respect for the dead, the rest has been told exactly as it occurred.

Ethan sat up quickly and gasped. His body felt weird and his heart was racing. But he seemed to be intact. He stood up and checked that he was ok. He found he was wearing a Whitechapel police uniform. A police cruiser was sitting nearby, off to the side of the road. The highway stretched out in both directions and all could Ethan could see around him as the bleak winter landscape.

"Wow," said Ethan.

"Oh my head," came a voice from nearby.

Ethan looked over to find Benny also getting to his feet. But it looked like Benny. Ethan helped him up.

"Benny. You look like yourself," noted Ethan.

"Oh. And you look like yourself. Maybe something happened during the trip," replied Benny. "Is that our car?"

He pointed over to the police cruiser. Ethan and Benny slowly walked over to it. Checking his pockets Ethan found the keys and a wallet. He opened the wallet.

"Apparently I'm someone named Nathaniel Arden. Born January 25th, 1970. Wait. Arden? As in Sergeant Major Arden?" Asked Ethan.

"You don't look like him. Let's see. I'm someone named Keir Darrow. Born April 11th, 1971. Don't know him. I have n keys. But here's the spell Grandma gave me," said Benny, holding up the ripped out page.

"Keep it on you. Let's get going. It's freezing out here," noted Ethan.

He used the keys to unlock the car and they got inside. Ethan turned the cruiser on and it came to life. He nodded and shrugged his shoulders as Benny looked at him.

"Can you handle this?" Asked Benny.

"I have my permit. I got this," assured Ethan. "Alright. I guess we need to go to the museum."

"But we look like ourselves. Shouldn't we go somewhere and go back so Grandma can do this again? We can't have anyone remembering us walking around in 1995," warned Benny.

Ethan was about to respond when he looked in the side mirror. He gasped and then looked at himself in the rearview mirror. He didn't look like himself.

"Benny. It did work. I guess we just look ourselves to each other," said Ethan.

Benny looked the mirror as well and also saw that he did in fact look like someone else. So it had worked.

"Alright. So we're good to go. Let's get to the museum," urged Benny.

"Right. I think the trick is to steal the Key ourselves. Avoid any conflict with Mr. Lark," replied Ethan.

"Good call. What do we know about tricksters?" Asked Benny.

Ethan had slowly pulled the cruiser back onto the highway and was now driving towards what he thought was Whitechapel. Actually he knew it was towards Whitechapel. He could feel it.

"They're mentally superior to almost every other living thing. They rely on lying and charm over brute force. According to your grandma, Seers can see through their lies if they focus hard enough," explained Ethan.

"So we should be ok if we have to confront him?" Asked Benny.

"Sure. Look, we just need to the the Key ourselves and go back home. Simple. And avoid those people Dad mentioned."

"Like this guy?" Asked Benny.

They were passing a billboard that showed the smiling face of a heavyset man. He was introducing himself as the Furniture King of Whitechapel and asking them to stop off at one of the many locations he had.

"Yes. Him. And the other guy. Um, Mason. So let's just steal this key."

…

"So come on down to Furniture Barn. The prices can't be beat. Come on down."

Arch Allen, the Furniture King of Whitechapel, sat behind his massive desk and watched as the commercial done by a new competitor came to an end. Gwen Mulberry, the head of media relations for Comfort Castle, Arch's company, turned the TV off.

"That's been playing all over town. He's got major air time slots. We need an aggressive counter campaign. I'd like to get started on a series of commercials immediately," said Gwen.

"Get started. I'll call you later. Send those three men waiting outside in please," ordered Arch.

"Of course, Mr. Allen."

Gwen left and on her way out let three men inside. She closed the door and the men went and stood in front of Allen's desk. Cobb, the leader, spoke first.

"Just heard from Margie in finance. It's true. That idiot accountant played the stock market without your approval," explained Cobb.

"Son of a bitch. No one steals from me. What's the damage?" Asked Allen.

"You gained actually," replied Brick, a huge bearded man with a booming voice.

"Maybe that saves his life. Cobb, you find that jumpy little shit and you bring him to the sight by nine tonight. Do you hear me?" Asked Allen.

"Yes, sir," assured Cobb.

"Now. That couple with Furniture Barn. They think they can take me on. We've already had to delay the new location thanks to them. I want them dealt with. But not through us. I want someone from the outside. I want our hands clean," explained Allen.

Hess, an Inuit man with long dark hair, nodded.

"I might be able to help. Knew a fellow back in Minnesota years ago. He did stuff like this. Scared even me. No emotion. Just work," explained Hess.

"His name?" Asked Allen.

"Heller Mason," replied Hess.

"Don't know him. See if you can find him and have him meet me with me. Thank you, Hess."

"No problem."

"Alright, boys. Get to it."

…

The museum was the same as it had been when Ethan and Benny had gone there for the field trip. Back in the future but in their past. The whole time travel thing was starting to hurt Ethan's brain. They stood in front of the display with the Key of Azman. It wad actually a long rusty key. It looked like a piece of junk.

"This will cause the end of the world?" Asked Benny.

"Apparently. I wonder if it's triggered with an alarm," replied Ethan.

"Looks like it's just behind glass," noted Benny.

"May I help you with something, officers?" Asked a voice from behind.

Ethan and Benny turned around and came face to face with Horace Greer, the man they knew would be murdered by a rogue hunter in the future. He was younger obviously but it was him.

"Just looking," assured Ethan.

"Oh very well. If there's anything I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask. Pardon me. Some friends of mine are here."

He went to the front of the museum as the front door opened and two people walked in. Ethan gasped and backed up a little. Jack had just walked in. Behind him was a woman and Ethan knew exactly who she was. His mother, Julie.

"Hello, my friends," greeted Horace.

"Hello, Horace. Have time to talk?" Asked Jack.

"Of course. Both of you?" Asked Horace.

Julie shook her head.

"I'm going to look around. I want to see the Key," replied Julie.

She and Jack shared a smile and Jack went into the back with Horace. Julie began to slowly walk towards the Key, and Ethan and Benny.

"Don't let her touch you," warned Benny. "She'll know everything and blow this."

Ethan said nothing. He just watched as his mother walked towards him. Benny elbowed him in the ribs.

"Ethan!" He snapped.

Again Ethan said nothing.

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