#casonzephyr

I was just tired you know.

Tired of struggling and gasping for every breath.  Do you have any idea what it is like to be conscious while your body begins twitching due to lack of oxygen?  Just hoping someone will find your body in time.

No, I don't mind you asking at all.  It was my kid.  I would think about the obligation I had as a parent and all the promises I had made to hold on for as long as I could.

It's been hard not knowing if I could wake up or snap out of it in time and sometimes I did want to give up.

The first time case of interest 

Was the Anita Bennings case:

Original:

A child was hit but not permanently injured by Ms. Bennings. 

 Change:

The child was not hit, but her car came within inches of hitting the child.  Ms. Bennings did not know the child was not hit until she came around the front to assess the damage.

 Result:

The child’s and his family’s life remained virtually unchanged up through the present day.

Ms.Benning’s life altered dramatically from her original timeline though ending with a mental breakdown.  She never remained married as she as had in the first timeline.  She caused injury to a bus load of people by locking then inside and taking them on an anger fueled rampage through the city.

After the Bennings case more research projects were started in order to find out why Ms. Bennings behavior had changed so much by preventing her from injuring the child.  Since the injury she caused was to the child was so minor it was decided to leave the original timeline intact.   Until this case most of the situations affected remained unchanged. 

 More exact details are in the case file itself.

There had always been a question in time travel.  In the instance of backward time travel how do we go to the past and experience it without affecting what would be deemed the present.

 The Point Inc had found the solution to that problem… The Bubble.  A sort of stasis bubble could be used to isolate a particular point in history, that way no other time or space directly connected to that one would be altered.  They set a boundary as an invisible barrier surrounding the point in time they were experimenting with.

It started out as a question of if?  Was it in fact possible?  No one stopped to ask if it should be done.  Blue Hair, why not?  Birds have blue feathers; flowers have blue petals, why couldn’t people have blue hair?  People were already capable of dying their hair any color under the rainbow, what about naturally occurring blue hair.  Not just blue, but orange or green or fuchsia, why couldn’t we have as diverse a hair color spectrum as the plants or trees.  Isolating the gene was easy.  Next was the process of tricking the human body using gene therapy.  Before you knew it, voila!

I fell asleep in the easy chair near the front window.  I felt safer in the house.  Well, I did,…until I awoke from my nap to see the front window nearly engulfed in tree branches. 

Why was I not as panicked about this as I should be.  I could hear Chotky meowing from outside the house, and creak of floorboards as vines squeezed around the house.   A window broke and a sweet fragrance drifted in.  I smelled it yesterday in the house and earlier today outside.  It made me think about grandma’s hugs, but not as warm, it left more of a bittersweet aftertaste in my mouth. 

I sat down fingering the edges of the patterns left by the disappearing sunlight rays.

 I should probably leave.  I should probably get in my car, drive to the city, and tell Niles exactly what our new house was like.  I should…probably.

But why?  There was no rush, He would be home in a few hours anyway. 

The next morning I woke up in MY new home.   I bounded down the stairs ready for a brisk walk before breakfast.     The air was clean, what I’d expect on a spring day, the woods were…I could have sworn the woods were further away from the house yesterday, it looked only twenty feet away from the house today, but I was tired last night.

Something about the woods didn’t seem as inviting as they did the day before.  I stayed in the area of the field playing with my cat Chotky before hanging up some clothes.

I was in love!  This house was perfect, from the way it was nestled in the field, to the way the woods neatly framed the field, and thirty feet from thee house on the other side I loved it!  It was hard to believe this was my new home.