There's no time

It had been 3 years since Jacob Stone had been reported missing. It came as a shock to those who knew him best, as he was quite happy for the average 13 year old. I'm Daisy Thomas and I'm gonna tell you what actually happened to the him.

Daisy, Daniel and Christopher are mourning at their friend's funeral. But then a sinister figure emerges from the shadows of their small town. After many strange events, Daisy and her friends are soon swept up into a mystery that no one could even begin to imagine. It's not long before they realise that the clock is ticking, and for something's, there's no time...


37. Part 3 - Chapter 36

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She was right. She really could ride, faster than I could board. And that's seriously saying something. She looked completely natural racing along the paths on this thing. The wind rushing through her tangled curls. She didn't just have 'epic speed' but some serious skill too. The way she tilted the 'bike' from side to side, knee almost touching the ground, and keeping the whole thing in balance. She laughed and smiled and looked the happiest that I'd seen her in ages. Technically it had been 172 years since I'd seen her like this. That was just weird to think about. 

Her new found happiness began to slide off her face. It made me feel cold watching her changing from positive to negative so fast. I reached up to her jaw. 

"What's wrong?" I asked. In response she sighed and reached up to touch my hand. 

"I guess it's just finding all this out in such a short amount of time. I mean I remember everything about this life now that I'm here. I know the people here like I know you and Christopher. It's just, well, weird." I nodded and she continued. "Will and Tarrin aren't dead, but they must be in so much pain. They can't move, but they can feel everything around them. I'm worried bout them and scared about what's going to happen next."

"Well," I said. "Next we meet up with Chris, your two other friends and," I gulped, "and Rebecca." It felt so strange. Rebecca wasn't just a girl I could know. She was my girlfriends daughter. That just wasn't right. Daisy squeezed the hand she was holding.

"Daniel, Rebecca is from another time, another life. We may be related by blood but, I, as in me right now, I'm not her mum. And it's the same with Jacob. Another time, another life another mind. You know that there was never any relationship like that between us." I nodded. But she wasn't able to see that. 

"Yeah, your right." I replied. As usual, she was.


Thanks to Daisy's lighting driving skills, we where back at the 'stables' in no time. Everything was going to plan. We'd lost Trinia, we still had Daisy and no one was dead (for certain). However, there was a flaw in the plan. Declan and Katie had come back without Christopher. He was missing. They explained everything. Trinia had followed them, Declan had bumped into a tree and Christopher had fallen, and then how they'd delayed Trinia. They hadn't stopped her though. Katie estimated around 10 minutes at maximum. We'd had someone on look for a couple of minutes when they shouted. A red glow had appeared on the opposite side of the city. She was coming. I would have yelled, I would have screamed, told them what I thought of them, but I didn't. There was no time.

We headed in side. Phase 3 was about to start. For me, Daisy, Christopher, Annabel, Lydia and Rebecca, that meant getting home. Christopher, what where we gonna do? We had to find him. Katie had already set up a search party that had been out for over 10 minutes. There was still nothing though. Trinia was under 20 minutes away. In less than 20 minutes, we had to: figure out how to use the time machine, get the Krentan boarders to disperse and, most of all, find Christopher. It was quite literally a race against the clock. As every second ticked by, Trinia grew nearer. 

The machine was a large lump of metal with a key pad of numbers from 0-9 and four letters; a, b, c, d.

"What are they for?" I pointing at the letters. Daisy walked over.

"Well," she started after a minute. "I assume that you set the time, day, month and year using the numbers,"

"And the letters?" I asked.

"AD and BC." Wow.

"You mean to say that we could go back before the time of Christ?"

"We could," said Daisy rolling her eyes, "but we're not going to." I nodded. I hadn't meant it literally.

"Our first job in time is to get Rebecca back to where she belongs." 


We had set the time machine. We'd be able to go whenever we wanted; and that was when we had Nathan. The search party still weren't back and we had less than 4 minutes left. Daisy was constantly on edge. She had been sitting on a rock watching the red glow draw closer and closer. 

"What are we going to do?" She had asked when I came and sat beside her. I sighed. I didn't know.

"We wait, we're going to have to leave it until the last minute for the maximum chance of getting Christopher back." She laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked. 

"You," she said, "you're calculating everything."

"That's because everything needs to be calculated, we can't afford any more mistakes." She nodded and hung her head. 

"So what are we gonna do about Christopher?" She asked quietly.

"I don't know Daisy, I don't know."

We where interrupted by the return of the search party. Daisy stood and ran over to them. Christopher wasn't with them. Katie walked over to me.

"I'm sorry, we can't find him," she looked up at me. "We only have five minutes left, you have to go." We had no more time. Unless there was a miracle, then we may never see Christopher again. I nodded. They didn't know what we were going to do next. They didn't know who we where. They didn't know we're we where from. Or when we where from. Then she asked. "So what are you gonna do now?" Her eyes were wide open and seeking answers. If we were going to leave these people who had helped save our lives, then we should at least be straight with them. So I told her, I told her everything.

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