Time Junction

Hungtinston, England - 1533

     James groaned.

     I should not be doing this, the twelve year old boy thought bitterly as he closed his eyes shut. He pushed his back hard against the alley wall, his chest heaving up and down from running away from those damned guards. No one could blame him for stealing the golden amulet. In fact, he had every right to steal it from them since his brother found it first. Alas, why me? Plentiful a deeds have I already done for him and yet— 

     "Men!" A deep, loud voice penetrated James' thoughts, causing him to snap his eyes open. "I believe the wretched rascal lies here!" A tone of triumph was detected in the guard's voice and for a moment James panicked. Cautiously, he peeked out into the narrow street before uttering a silent prayer of thanks.

     Thank the Lord.

     The guards were crowding around a secluded corner of the opposing alley, obviously thinking that they had the young boy cornered under a wooden crate.

     James grinned. Why, those men must have motley in their brains for falling for such a trap! Biting his cheeks, he tip-toed his way out of the alley before the men could find out his real hiding place. Oblivious to the sight behind their backs the guards moved towards the crate and lifted it up. A cat that was laying underneath it hissed at them.

     "Damnation!" the same deep voice cursed, this time louder and filled with irritation and fury. "The boy had us fooled!" James, all the while silently creeping his way towards the main street, then burst into a sprint upon hearing the head guard's outburst. He could not contain his fit of laughter as he ran in exhilaration, grasping the amulet tightly in his hand.  This amulet had better be worth risking my life for . . .

     What James didn't realise as he ran back home was that it wasn't an amulet—it was a pocket watch dated from the future.

                                                            *~*~*~*

Present day - Huntingston, England

     More often than not, Wilma Robinson did not like the fact that she had to wait for her sister to pick her up every afternoon outside her college campus. It wasn't that she was impatient - it was mainly because she didn't want to wait like a fool for someone to pick her up when she could easily take the public transport like other college students. If asked by her friends and family, Will's major downfall was her pride. She would constantly refuse any offer of help no matter how desperate the situation.

     That Friday however, Will felt the opposite. She was actually glad that Liz was going to pick her up. Besides the fact that she wouldn't have to endure the cold weather any longer, she was also relieved that there was little chance that she'd run into the strange man she saw earlier. Truth be told, the little incident that happened during her class freaked her out more than she was willing to admit to.

     Glancing around her surroundings, Will chuckled nervously. Why should I be scared? It's not as if he told me he was going to kill me or something. He just caught me looking, for heaven's sake!

     But that's it, a voice in the back of her mind told her, he looked like he was going to get you.

     Shuddering, Will blocked out her thoughts and quickly took out her iPod to listen to it in an effort to ease herself. Ed Sheeran's Lego House soon came on, and before she knew it Will closed her eyes and found herself being calmed down by the singer's soothing voice...

     "Will!" Her sister's voice brought the young woman back down to reality with the car's constant honking and name-calling, "Will, come on! That storm will be the death of you if you don't hurry your arse inside!"