TIME & TIED: ESCALATION

ARC 2.2 - To the Future

PART 32a: FREQUENT FLYERS 1

Frank fell hard against the pavement. As he collected his wits, he realized that his fall hadn't been because he'd been hit by the van bearing down on them. It was because he'd been pushed from behind by Carrie.

She'd shoved him out of the way - but wasn’t next to him now. Hearing the squealing of tires, Frank twisted his head around, expecting the worst. "Carrie?" he called out. The van had stopped right past where they'd all been standing. "Carrie!" Frank repeated.

"No need to shout, geez," came Carrie's voice. Frank was forced to turn again, now seeing that Carrie - no, TWO Carries - were lying a short distance away, in the grass by the sidewalk. Along with the time machine.

“Thank goodness," Frank sighed. “And Luci? LUCI?!"

“Present,” came Luci’s voice. “Nice to be remembered.”

Frank now registered that she was lying rigidly on the pavement. She must have reacted fast enough to flatten herself down onto the ground, leaving the van to pass overtop of her. She seemed none the worse for wear; maybe breathing a bit harder than usual.

“I would have shoved you as well, Luci," one of the Carries said, also sounding winded. "But you seemed to be reacting fast enough."

The shorter girl pushed herself up from the pavement. "Yeah, well, I’d have pulled Frank down with me, but you were already ramming into his back.”

“Meanwhile, I had to tackle my younger self out of the way,” the second Carrie piped up. “I’m thinking I should get a thank you there?” She looked pointedly at her double.

The first Carrie brushed some hair back off her face. "Uh, yeah. Thanks," she managed. A 'hmph' was her only reply. Frank wondered idly if meeting oneself was something a person could ever get used to.

"Vat yu crazy kids doin'?" a new voice said. It was the owner of the van, who had now exited his vehicle and peered beneath it, obviously concerned that there might still be someone else there. "Any body hurt?"

Carrie - their version from the past, Frank decided, based on her clothes - waved her hand sheepishly. "No, we're fine. Sorry, didn't mean to cause trouble."

"Won't happen again. Please, drive on," the other present day(?) Carrie added. She helped her counterpart to her feet. Frank also stood up, brushing off his hands.

The man blinked. "Vat you mean? Everything hokay then?"

The teenagers exchanged a quick glance, then replied all at once, saying phases such as "sure", "oh yeah", "great" and "no problem".

"But yu know, is bad idea to play in road," stated the driver. “Be more careful in future.”

"Don't worry, we'll be more careful while in the future," Luci quipped.

The van driver stared at them for another moment before shaking his head. "Crazy kids," the driver repeated. He got back into his van and drove off, Frank idly noticing the licence plate read 'LARS 02'. He then looked around to get his bearings. They were on his street, near his house.

"So anyway, welcome to November 12th," present (yet technically future?) Carrie said. "Now let's hurry up and get inside. You need to tend to your scrapes and bruises, plus it's about to pour rain."

They all headed off to Frank’s place. None of them paid any attention to the thirty-something male sitting in the parked car nearby, as he scribbled on a notepad.

***

"5:44," Frank said. He closed the pocket watch and moved to put it back in the machine. "You past versions got that? That's the time you all appeared here, so that's the time when Carrie will have to save herself today after you all go back."

"You were expecting us then," the second Frank realized. “That... makes sense. Good to know we'll make a safe return trip." He rubbed his forehead. "Though I’m having trouble understanding how we can be here simultaneously. I mean, it makes sense if we go into the past, making that the present, but now that our present is the future instead...?”

In Frank's sitting room there were now two Franks, two Carries, two Lucis, one Chartreuse and one Tim. Past Luci cleared her throat. “Try thinking about why the pocket watch actually worked instead,” she offered. “That’s the part that’s blowing my mind.”

"This is going to be, like, a real weird conversation," Chartreuse realized. “How do I even refer to you guys? Frank One and Frank Two?"

“The first time around we used middle names," Carrie said absentmindedly. "That is, the time we did this when I was you," she clarified, indicating her past counterpart. "I believe the explanation I gave was that it could become a useful standard for any other encounters? Any of us out of our present time can automatically revert to their middle name."

"That makes sense," Carrie’s prior self agreed. "I don't mind being called Elizabeth."

“But, Carrie, you’re messing with causality now!” the time displaced Frank protested. “How does that idea even have an origin?”

“You know what? Screw it,” Luci decided. “This means I’m Isabella. I’m putting that out there now, lest Carrie manage to create a new middle name for me.”

Frank rubbed his forehead. “But... fine. So I'm, uh, Bernard."

Elizabeth lifted an eyebrow. "Bernard?"

"My grandfather's name," Bernard explained with a shrug.

“I like Elizabeth,” Chartreuse observed. “Carrie, can I, like, call you Betty or Beth too?”

"No," Elizabeth said, making a face. “Elizabeth.”

“Things are confusing enough already," Isabella sighed in agreement.

“I’m already lost,” Tim admitted, speaking up for the first time. "I mean, why are we here anyway, since you guys indicated nothing came of this discussion the first time?"

“Because while nothing came of it when I was Isabella," Luci explained, “that doesn't mean that talking now won't trigger a revelation a little ways along in our present, which our counterparts wouldn't have known, having already returned to the past."

"Besides, we already had this discussion, so we have to have it again," Frank asserted.

“Oh." Tim lowered his head down between his legs. “So do you really need ME here?"

Chartreuse reached over to pat Tim on the back. “Aw, hey, don't sweat it. See it as, like, a whole new sort of experience. Besides, the discussion can't go that long. Frank's parents have to come home eventually, plus me and Luci have, you know, band practice later tonight."

Bernard let out a breath. “Then in the interests of expediting matters... our arrival here in the future was obviously expected, so our reason for coming must also be known. What've you got?"

Carrie smiled. "That's my cue!" she said, producing three identical flyers and handing them out to the three time travellers.

Bernard looked down at the sheet in his hand. There was a picture of Julie on top. She looked a little younger, and was wearing what looked to be some sort of school uniform, like from a private school. Indeed, as Bernard began to read he realized that's exactly what her clothing represented. "This is information on Julie's past," he said in shock.

"Corry figured all this out?" Isabella asked, looking back up.

“He both figured it out, and then printed up something like 500 copies of that to spread around the school," Luci confirmed to her prior self.

"Oh, this is PRICELESS," Elizabeth said, letting out a laugh as she scanned over the sheet in her hands. "This stuff must have made Julie livid! Damn, it might have been worth the wait after all.”

There was a brief silence, after which Elizabeth found that everyone was staring at her. Even her future self. She brushed some hair back off her shoulder. "What?" she said haughtily. “Have we forgotten what Julie DID to me? She’s hardly the heroine in our school soap opera.”

“Don’t try to fill the vacancy,” Isabella muttered.

Bernard cleared his throat. “Look, Carrie's... er, Elizabeth's grudge notwithstanding, Julie's reaction IS the main reason for having this talk," he pointed out. “What do we have on that?”

Carrie took a step towards the middle of the room. "You need context first. So, here's what I remember myself saying. Which was confirmed when Corry talked with me, so don't you start into one of your time loop discussions, Bernard,” she added quickly, shaking a finger at him. Bernard raised his hands in deference to her.

Carrie started her explanation.