You know guys, I'm honestly questioning how well my predictions can be. It feels like everytime I say "Production would slow," the exact opposite would happen. It it literally a FIVE HOUR GAP between this chapter and the last one I posted! That record of seven hours between two chapters in part I got thrown out the window here!

The best part about releasing chapters almost back to back, is that I don't have to type a recap! So, no recap this time! Anyway, I'm just going to start the chapter because... I mean, come on... how much could happen in five hours? Apparently, not much...

Let's just start the chapter now...

Ready? Sego!

Chapter 8 – An Alternate 1912

It was cold, dark and windy. Danielle was running around the pet cemetery with a flashlight in her mouth, looking frantically at each of tombstones. She stopped, out of breath, panting. She then looked to her left and saw it. A tombstone, that had Tramp's name on it.

Danielle dropped her flashlight as she slowly walked towards it, with tears forming in her eyes. She couldn't believe it. "No… No, this can't be happening!" Danielle cried as she pushed a shrub away from it.

When she did, she saw the date of death. "January 2nd, 1912? No! Oh my- please no! No, please no… this can't be happening… this can't be happening!" Danielle was sobbing. "This can't be…" She trailed off as a shadow appeared on the tombstone.

Danielle gasped as she turned around to see who was making that shadow. It was Sam. "I'm afraid it is happing Danielle, all of it." Sam said as he walked towards her. "Sam!" Danielle exclaimed. "When I learned about your father, I figured you'd come here." Said Sam.

"Then you know what happened to him? You know what happened?" Danielle whimpered as she walked over to him. She then turned back to the tombstone. "January 2nd… 1912." Said Danielle, on the verge of breaking down.

Sam knelt to her and looked at her with guilt. "Yes Danielle, I know…" Said Sam.

Danielle was sitting at a table, lighting sounded as she opened a newspaper to an article of Tramp, saying that he was killed. She and Sam were now back in his lab a.k.a. garage. "Narrator I'm not in the mood to make a comment right now." Danielle said exhausted.

"Okay, someday, I'm going to find out who this narrator is." Sam said before getting back on topic. "Anyway, on my way to the library, I noticed everything around town was different, so when I got to the library, I tried to make sense out of all the madness. The place was boarded up, shutdown. So, I broke in and borrowed some newspapers." Sam said as he walked over to the table.

"I don't get it Sam… I mean how can all of this be happening? It's like we're in a nightmare or something." Said Danielle. "No, it's real. Although, I can't imagine a NIGHTMARE being much worse!" Sam said as he looked around.

"Ugh… The lab is an awful, awful, awful MESS!" Sam said as he shoved a bunch of stuff off the TV. He then walked around. "So, obviously… The time continuum has been disrupted, creating this… new, temporal event sequence, resulting in this alternate reality." Sam said in his math and science talk, which Danielle obviously couldn't understand very well.

"English Sam!" Moaned Danielle. "Here, here! L-Let me illustrate!" Sam said as he pushed a bunch of boxes off and pulled up a chalkboard.

He then drew a straight line across the chalkboard. "Imagine that this line represents time. The present, 1912… Future… and the Past." Sam said as he wrote everything down, he listed. While he was doing that, Danielle ripped out the front page of the article of Tramp's death.

Danielle then looked at the chalkboard. Sam then pointed to 1912 on the line and started to explain. "Prior to this point in time… somewhere in the past, the timeline skewed into this tangent. Creating an alternate 1912." Sam said as he drew a diagonal line, branching off before 1912, and he wrote 1912A.

"Alternate to you, me and Scamp. To everyone else here, it's normal." Said Sam.

He then reached inside the D.E. and pulled out a small piece of paper. "Recognize this? It's the receipt that came with the sports book after you bought it. I know, because it says you bought the sports book. I found it in the time machine!" Said Sam.

He then pulled something else out. "Along with this!" Sam said as lightning sounded in the background when he raised what looked like an eyepatch.

Danielle looked at it for a few seconds and recognized it from Scamp's story. "It's Buster's eyepatch… I mean Buster from the future!" Said Danielle.

"Correct! It was in the time machine, because Buster was in the time machine… with the sports almanac!" Said Sam.

"Woah…" Said Danielle, realizing how bad the situation was. Sam ran back to the chalkboard.

"You see, while we were in the future… Buster got the sports book, stole the time machine, went back in time and gave the book to himself at some point in the past!" Sam said as he drew a curved arrow and drew an X at the point on the line where it branched.

Sam chuckled to himself as he lifted a heavy newspaper book and laid it on the table. "It says right here that Buster made his first million betting on a horse race in June 1911." Sam said as he pointed at the picture on the front page.

The picture showed Buster holding up a cheque of one million dollars.

Sam then turned to Danielle. "He wasn't just lucky, he knew because he had all of the race results in the sports almanac! That's how he made his entire fortune!" Explained Sam.

"Look at his underbelly with the magnifying glass." Sam said as he placed a magnifying glass on the newspaper. Danielle picked it up and looked through it… and she saw it. "The almanac…" Said Danielle.

Anger then filled up inside her. She slammed the magnifying glass on the newspaper. "That JERK! Stole my idea! He must've been listening when I-" Danielle stopped out of realization. She then silently turned her head back to the newspaper.

"It's my fault… the whole thing is my fault I, if I hadn't bought that book… none of this would've ever happened!" Said Danielle, filled with guilt. "Well it's all in the past…" Sam reassured. "You mean the future." Corrected Danielle.

"WHATEVER! It demonstrates precisely how time travel can be misused to why the time machine must be destroyed…" Sam said as he pressed the back of his hand against the D.E., "After we straighten all of this out." Sam said as he pointed to the chalkboard.

Danielle then had an idea. "Right, so we go back to the future… and we stop Buster from stealing the time machine."

"We can't! Because if we travel into the future from this point in time," Sam said as he pointed at 1912A. He then underlined it as he continued. "it will be the future of THIS REALITY. In which Buster is corrupt, and powerful… and MARRIED TO YOUR MOTHER." Sam then grabbed a newspaper.

"And in which…" He held up the newspaper to Danielle. "This has happened to ME!" Sam said as Danielle took the newspaper and looked at the picture. It showed Sam being committed to an insane asylum.

Sam then went back to the chalkboard with his answer. "No… our only chance to repair the present, is in the PAST! At the point where the timeline skewed into this tangent! In order to put the universe back as we remember it… and get back to our reality." Said Sam.

He then slowly started walking back towards Danielle. "We have to find out the exact date… and the specific circumstances of 'how, where and WHEN' young Buster got his paws on that sports almanac!" Sam said as he leaned in close to her.

Danielle then thought of an amazing idea of how she can find that out, but it would be risky, knowing what Buster would and wouldn't do. She then said the three words that would describe her whole plan.

"I'll ask him…"