‘That’s a big statement to make, especially one only soon after we’ve
met him,’ I said. Amy looked at me as if I didn’t believe her. ‘I’m not saying
I’m sceptical, I’m just saying that we need a bit more evidence first, that’s
all.’
‘I understand
where you’re coming from, but it’s… it’s unexplainable.’ She looked around the
area whilst she thought what to say next. ‘It’s just this strange feeling, you
know, as if…’ she sighed as she thought what she was going to say is going to
sound stupid. I was about to reassure her that whatever she says isn’t going to
sound crazy, but she continued before I had the chance. ‘It’s as if the paradox
is trying to tell me something – pull me in the right direction, I don’t know,
you know.’ She sighed again as she realised that what she said wasn’t what she
wanted to say.
‘I believe you,’ I
said.
‘You do?’ Amy
questioned, looking at me as if I am only saying that to amuse her.
‘I’ve never
experienced anything like this before, and so I don’t know what’s going on, do
I?
‘So, you believe me
because you have no choice to believe me,’ Amy pointed out, ruining what I
actually meant.
‘No, that’s not
the reason at all,’ I dismissed what I just said with the wave of my hands
before continuing on with something better. ‘I mean; I have been interested in
stuff like this for years. I have studied so much about it that I know practically
everything about it. The many paradoxes, the necessary machines and power
needed to punch the whole through the Space-Time Continuum, I know nearly
everything there is to know about time travel. When you suddenly presented me
with some evidence that proved one way or another that you would one day travel
in time – during that one second; that one moment when I thought I wasn’t being
crazy by thinking that travelling through time was possible, I immediately
forgot everything I knew, as if I had to relearn what I already knew. I believe
you that you feel that he is the one who will take the video of you exiting the
station, because… well, because…’
‘Don’t worry
about trying to finish that sentence,’ Amy smiled. ‘You tried to put some
context there and that’s all that matters, especially in this situation.’ That
was unexpected, and I knew that my facial expression showed Amy how I felt. ‘Let’s
move on, shall we?’
‘Er… yes, let’s
move on,’ I said, and we resumed our walking away from the station.
Amy said, ‘our
original plan was to go home after today. We should have packed some clothes or
something. I guess I naturally believed that we would get all the answers we
need in one day. It makes sense that we didn’t.’
‘There is a hotel just up the
road there,’ I pointed.
‘How much are
each room for one night?’ Amy asked.
‘I have no idea.’
I knew that Amy was only asking that rhetorically, but I answered it anyway. ‘I
can’t imagine it being that expensive, though,’ I said after we had come to a
standstill outside the Mistley Torne, ‘no offense intended.’
‘I guess we could
go halves,’ Amy said.
‘You sure?’ I
shouldn’t have asked that.
‘I’m not going to
let you pay for both of us, that’s for sure. I would rather sleep in that
abandoned station before I let you do that, ‘and when I mean halves, I mean one
room each.’
‘I didn’t think
anything else,’ I said, hoping that would settle the matter, but Amy looked at
me as if she still believed I had meant something else. I was just about to
step forward when Amy pointed out something important.
‘But hang on, we
don’t have any fresh clothes or toiletries, or anything like that. All we have
is what we are carrying now and our money.’
‘Good point.’ I
said. We both expected to come here, find out everything we want and need to
find and go home before tea. ‘Um,’ I said thinking about what we could do. ‘Well,
when it comes to toiletries, the hotel would provide some of them, but we could
always get them from Tescos. And as for the clothes, no place is open for us to
get something clean to wear tomorrow, so I’m afraid we’re going to have to wear
what we are now,’ I explained.
‘If that’s what
needs to be done, then I guess that’s what we have to do,’ Amy didn’t like the
idea much. ‘But, I’m in, anyway.’
‘Awesome. Now, I suggest we go
and book our rooms first so that we have that secured before going shopping for
food and everything else.’
‘That sounds like
a plan,’ Amy said linking her arm with mine and we headed into the Mistley
Torne.
This place was
full of people who were getting ready for a night of socialising, drinking and
generally having a good time. The TV in the corner was showing the obligatory
news channel, which means there isn’t an important game on at the time. A group
of people were sitting at the bar, drinks in hand, talking about the day they
had or what they’ve got planned tomorrow and so on. This atmosphere isn’t
something that I’m used to being in. Normally, I wouldn’t enter this kind of
place, but only with someone else. The only time I would is when I am going to
meet someone who was already in here. Tom likes spending time in pubs because
it’s a great place to catch up on things with other people, but since I am the
only person who he can do that with, he doesn’t spend hardly any time in a pub.
From the look on Amy’s face, she doesn’t like this kind of atmosphere either.
‘Are you alright?’
I asked her.
‘Let’s just get
this over and done with as quickly as possible,’ Amy said. We both walked up to
the bar and waited for the woman behind the counter to finish pouring a round
of drinks for the group sitting just to the right of us. After she had served
every one of them, she spotted us and came up to us.
‘What can I get
you?’ she asked in that classic Essex accent. I’m surprised that she hasn’t
asked for our IDs yet. Maybe she’s waiting to spring it upon us when we think
we’re about to get away with it, even though we’re old enough to be at the bar
and drink anyway.
‘Do you have two
rooms free?’ Amy asked.
‘Sorry guys,’ she
said, picking up a glass and started to wipe it dry, ‘but we have only the one
at the moment.’ She had many tattoos all up her arm and had spiky red hair,
that would easily trick some people into believing she was who she wasn’t,
which is a nice person to talk to.
‘Do you know of
any place that does have two rooms?’ Amy asked as a long shot.
‘Actually, I do
know the answer to that question, and you’re not going to like it, I’m afraid.
You see, there’s a big event that’s going to happen over the weekend and loads
of people have come from afar to attend it, meaning they’ve grabbed as many
rooms as possible for the weekend. The only room that’s free is here,’ she
explained sympathetically.
Amy turned
towards me and said, ‘what do you want to do?’
‘Do we have any
choice,’ I said as a statement not a question.
‘Is it a single
or a double?’ Amy asked the woman.
‘Actually, it’s a
triple. One double bed and a couch that folds out.’
‘That’ll do,
won’t it?’ Amy asked.
‘Let’s book the
room before anyone else does,’ I said happy that we were at least able to get
one room.
‘I’ll just go and get the book,’
and the woman disappeared behind the scenes to retrieve the black book where we
have to write our names down.
The woman
returned with the small black book and opened to a blank page and handed us a pen.
‘How much?’ Amy
asked.
‘Fourteen pounds
a night per room,’ she said.
‘That little,’ I
said expecting it to be much higher. We sorted out the rooms, paid the money,
and the woman called for the man who was sorting out some stock behind the
scenes to look after the bar whilst she showed us to our room.
‘If you would
like to come through,’ she said, holding open the door, letting us go through.
We climbed two sets of stairs until we reached the second floor where we walked
to the very end. The hallway had a nice neutral colour with an easy-on-the-eye
pattern that wouldn’t give you a headache the longer you stared at it, not as
if you would find yourself staring at the floor for a long period of time.
‘So, you going to
the event as well?’ she asked.
‘No, we’re just
here to see the sights,’ Amy said. She’s getting pretty good at making up
stories.
‘Here you are,’
she said, showing us our room and holding out our key at the same time. Amy
took it and the woman bid us good night before heading back downstairs. Amy
unlocked the door and we entered the room. It was a nice room. Even nicer once
we found the light switch and turned it on, revealing a cosy looking room with
a neatly made bed in the middle with a table complete with a desk lamp.
Underneath the window was the couch that would unfold to a single bed.
‘Who’s getting
the bed?’ Amy asked.
‘I’ll take the
couch,’ I said.
‘You sure?’
‘Positive.’
‘Then put your
stuff down and let’s go shopping for what we need. We can grab some food at the
bar.
‘OK,’ I said.
‘It’s really
weird that she didn’t ask for our ID,’ Amy said.
‘Maybe we look
the age we are,’ I said.
‘Maybe,’ Amy
said.
***
We shopped around town for the necessities, grabbing anything that
we needed to ready ourselves in the morning for another day of searching and
trying to find answers. When we returned to our room, we sorted out what we
needed and headed downstairs to grab something to eat.
***
Once we were fed and watered and had readied ourselves for bed.
Because we don’t have any pyjamas, we had to settle with sleeping in our
clothes, which isn’t exactly the best thing to do, but it beats anything else.
Amy climbed into bed and was immediately comfortable. I on the couch wasn’t so
much. I kept turning this way and that as I tried to get into a good position.
‘You don’t look
comfortable,’ Amy that out.
‘It’s just a different
bed to what I’m used to, that’s all,’ I said, finally finding that sweet spot
and settling down.
‘Well, good
night,’ Amy said.
‘Night,’ I said
rolling over.
‘Sebastian?’ Amy
said after a couple of seconds later.
‘You’re getting better,’ Amy
said.
‘With what?’
‘Knowing what to
say,’
‘I should hope
so,’ I said making her laugh. We settled down and the silence was only broken
when Amy called for me again.
‘Sebastian?’
‘Yeah,’ I
answered.
‘We forgot to
turn off the light.’
‘Damn.’
TO BE CONTINUED…
Thanks for reading
Antony Hudson
(TonyHadNouns)