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...


39. Part 3 - Chapter 38

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A grey fog enveloped us. It's colours smudging together as it wound round and round. Daniel stood behind me and held me tightly by the shoulders. I wanted to run. We couldn't do this. We were abandoning our best friend in time. I stared up at Dan. He was looking straight ahead. He was thinking the same thing. I knew he was. It had woven itself all over his face. I couldn't go through with this.

I tried to step forwards but Daniel looked desperately down at me and tightened his grip. His eyes wet.

"Please Daisy," he swallowed, "don't make it any harder." This was not happening. It couldn't be. I tugged harder but he wasn't going to let me go. Crossing his arms over my chest, he held me to him. I pulled myself forward, but still unable to break the embrace. I looked through the fog and felt the atmosphere move around us. It was too late.



The mist cleared and Daniel's arms snaked and fell away from around me slowly. Stepping round me, he reached out towards the glass doors that held us inside the machine. He pushed them open. For a moment I thought it hadn't worked. We were in exactly the same room that was covered in exactly the same objects in the exact same places. But it had worked. I could be felt in the air. It was cleaner, fresher, more enjoyable. He stepped outside and cautiously moved around. Lydia and Annabel followed him. I heard the door squeak as it opened and they stepped out into the new morning.

I glanced over at Rebecca. She hadn't moved. Breathing hard, she looked pale in the half light of the glowing dawn. Too pale. There's scared pale, ill pale and then there's ghostly pale. Rebecca was off the spectrum. It was almost as though she wasn't there. I put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and smiled timidly. 

"We're home," she whispered. I nodded. "Well, I am, you aren't I guess," she stuttered. I hugged her. She hugged me back, crying into my shoulder. I felt a sudden pang of recognition. We'd done this before, lots. Rebecca had been a very sensitive child, always needing an adult or support. She'd done so well these last few hours. I stroked her hair gently and smiled.

"You've been so brave." She sniffed but didn't reply. Daniel came round the corner and beckoned us over. Was he worried? I couldn't tell what his face was saying. Rebecca hurried outside to seek the familiarity of her home. I stood up from my kneeling position and walked over to Daniel. He was definitely agitated. 

"What's wrong?" I took his hand.

"Nothing," he said squeezing my hand and smiling too brightly.

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