I'm sorry- I know it's been almost a month since I've last updated. No, I did not forget about the story, but it's getting really rocky for me and I keep getting writers block. This story is almost at an end, though.


Chapter 7: Assistance with 1966

I sank down in my chair at the library.

Mouth had finally taken the liberty to explain the chocolate cake dilemma to me. Apparently, Chunk had simply tripped over something and let the cake go flying. Whether it was merely hard to find or just not there, Chunk's obstacle was not recovered.

Today was Saturday, and I was honestly ready to swear off fine print for the rest of my life. Friday had been just as uneventful as Thursday, minus the chaos of the chocolate cake issue. My hopes were even lower than my morale.

Everybody was here reading newspapers. All six of us.

By now, our combined work had seen the past 10 years of major and minor events in Astoria.

Everybody else was reading newspapers from 1974.

I was still stuck in 1966.

I was reading the second newspaper in April, and was suddenly aware of the fact that Mikey was reading over my shoulder.

"Ummm, is there a problem?"

"Why are you reading in 1966?"

"Long story."

"Why?"

"Ummm, I kind of had a… suspicion that something happened in 1966." Long story simply made short. Way to go, Lea!

"Pfft. Give me a break."

Short story makes no sense.

Time to make short story long again.

"Well, okay. This is going to sound really stupid. I had a dream that I would find something in 1966."

"And… why didn't you tell us?"

"Because I wasn't sure of anything. Why get you guys to waste your time on something that is most likely untrue?"

"Well, we get more work done together. It would take you 2 full days to cover a year; we could get it done in 4 hours."

I smacked myself in the head. The sound resonated around the walls of the building, provoking the librarians. We could've gotten this done with the work of an extra day! How could I not think of that?

So, 7 hours WASTED! Stupid, stupid, stupid…

"Well, then, now what?" I snapped. Great. Fantastic. Brilliant!

"Why don't you finish up April since you've already started that month- and do May- and we'll do the rest?"

That was more than a plan.

"Thank you!" I said, relieved.

"Uhhh, how long were you working on this, anyway?"

"Thursday and Friday after school. Well, Wednesday, too, but that was with you guys…"

"So THAT'S where you were at 6 o'clock yesterday. God, Lea, do you think at all?" Mouth piped up.

I glared at him. "Thanks, Mouth."

"Anytime." He smirked brightly, pulling out his comb.

I dove back into the 2nd week of April, 1966- slightly uplifted by the knowledge that I would be soon be done with 1966- today.


I was done with April, FINALLY, and so happy I could do a victory dance right here right now. But I had to read 1 more month. And the sooner I got done, the better.

I grabbed a newspaper, slightly before someone spoke.

"Guys, I might have something," Stef said quietly.


Thanks for reading and I'll try to have the next chapter up soon.