The Watch – Part 84:

‘Where do we start?’ Amy asked. ‘With finding out where or how I’m going to get there?’

‘I think if we find out the where first,’ I said thoughtfully, ‘then we may be led to a clue as to how you were able to travel in time. Let’s see,’ I rewound the video once more and paused it at the point where the station was visible. ‘It looks abandoned, if anything,’ I said, turning it around to let Amy see. ‘Do you recognise the station?’

‘That’s the thing. I don’t. I’ve only ever been to a fully functional station before.’

‘Because you have never had any need to go to an abandoned one before,’ I said.

‘Well, yeah,’ Amy said simply.

‘Until now, that is,’ I added.

‘Because by discovering that I’m going to go there will lead me there and everything will fall into place from then on out,’ Amy explained.

‘That’s the plan,’ I said. ‘What about the building that the camera is looking at first?’ I suggested. ‘Do you recognise that?’

‘It doesn’t seem to be giving off any clues, does it,’ Amy pointed out. ‘Not even when it turns around. I don’t think we’re going to get much from this video, if I’m honest. We have to look at this from another angle.’ It would be rather weird to go up to the person who works at our local station and ask where this station is. I mean, if it is already abandoned, then he would be asking as to why we would like to go there.

‘Is there nothing that you could do to help pinpoint where that station is,’ Amy suggested. I thought about how best to get the necessary information as easy as I could in a quick enough time. I would use my watch to analyse the station on the screen and Interface will tell me exactly where it is, but I can’t do that. Instead, I thought how best to go about things normally, and solid idea popped into my head.

‘I have an idea, but it is rather a long shot, I’m afraid.

‘Travelling through time is a long shot, so go for it,’ Amy said. I pressed the print screen button on the keyboard, which saved the image of the station on the computers clipboard and then opened up Microsoft Paint and pasted the image into the program, saved it into my documents, then brought up Google, entered the saved image into the search function that allows me to search the internet with my saved images instead of words and pressed enter, letting Google search for that image, or, if not, then anything that it thinks is related and relevant to it. As expected, Google presented me with many links directing me to a website that contained the video and subsequently the image, along with other things as well.

‘Right,’ I said, ‘if all goes well, I might be able to give you a destination,’ I said middle clicking on several links at once, opening a new tab so that I don’t have to keep going backwards and forwards over and over again and get myself lost and confused as to what ones I did or did not look at. A couple of websites didn’t contain anything that would be considered remotely useful. Amy and I read each website as thoroughly as possible before coming to the same conclusion and exiting it and moving onto the next one. The fourth website that we had started to read, actually had something interesting.

‘According to this,’ I said to Amy. ‘The station has been abandoned for several years due to it being just too old to keep going and would cost far too much to renovate, so they simply closed it and put it up for sale. A number of businesses became interested in buying it, only to back out at the last minute due to unexpected circumstances.’

‘That’s strange,’ Amy said. ‘I would even go so far to say that a bunch of companies saying the same reason is beyond that of a coincidence, but as if they knew that it wasn’t supposed to be modified in any way yet.’

‘Well, according to two companies’ reports from health and safety inspectors who did a thorough once-over say that the structure was just too unsafe to be in as the wood has rotten away so much it could snap and collapse at any minute. One person even said that he was utterly amazed that it hadn’t come down before the place was shut down and it’s even more so that it has managed to stay standing for many years afterwards.’ I looked at Amy who looked at me with wide eyes.

‘And according to that video I am going to be in there.’

‘But it also tells us that it isn’t going to come down on top of you. You do walk out unscathed.’

‘Yeah, but still, it’s terrifying to know that I’m potentially going to be standing inside that building at some point in my life.’

‘There is that,’ I said, searching through the website to try and find any information on the location. Why would they make an entire report about an abandoned station if they’re not going to tell us where about it is in the country.

‘Thanks for the comfort,’ Amy said sarcastically, but I was too busy looking at the writing on the webpage.

‘Here it is,’ I said, pointing at the line that contained the location of the station.

‘Where abouts is it?’

‘According to this, it’s in a small village of Mistley, which is a bit of a drive away if I remember rightly. We went there to meet one of my dad’s long-time friends, but we didn’t drive past the station, and even if I did, it wouldn’t have been interesting enough to remember it because I wouldn’t have any need to.’

‘How far is it?’ Amy asked.

‘Approximately sixty miles away at a guess,’ I said, remembering what my dad told me from way back when.

‘And none of us can drive,’ Amy said.

‘We don’t have to drive,’ I said. And no, I’m not going to teleport there either. ‘We can take public transport.’

‘That’s going to be one expensive train ticket,’ Amy said.

‘What’s a few pounds to travelling through time,’ I shrugged

‘Well, when you put it that way,’ Amy said also shrugging.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thanks for reading

Antony Hudson

(TonyHadNouns)