by Mark Archibald

Created on: January 28, 2011

    Travelling through time isn’t like riding on your local bus line. Once you reach a stop on the bus you can jump on the opposite route and go back. This is not true with time travel.

    Time travel is a one way ticket. Once you arrive there is no way to go back. This bus only goes forward so know where you want to go before you get on…

    But plenty of people use time travel with no plan.

    Vince was part of that group and he was being herded through a line at the time travel terminal to buy his ticket. It was the first time he’s used time travel and he was doing it on the smallest budget possible. He moved through the crowd of grimy coats occasionally brushing against one that smelt particularly foul. The faces on people were a mix of bearded weathered men, and sleepless looking women. Everybody was either arriving from the past or trying to escape the present.

    Vince reached the line to buy the ticket he wanted. He had his bag of gold coins ready and tried to mind his own business amongst the crowd of criminals, immigrants and other outcasts.
    
    “Are you going into the future?” The question came from an old woman who looked like a time gypsy. She wore a bowler cap, and a purple cape tied around her neck. Her face had several burn marks on it.

    “Yes” responded Vince.

    “Shouldn’t use that terminal if they think you’re a pigeon they’ll rip you off.” she said in a raspy voice.

    “You tryin‘ to sell me something?” Anybody with half a brain knows not to trust time gypsies. Vince didn’t want anything to do with the witch.

    “Not trying to sell you anything. I‘m giving you free advice Gwahaha!” Her gypsy laugh was blocked out when she got a few bodies deep into the crowded square.

    Vince knew he was making a bad move by buying the cheapest ticket he could find. He had heard sketchy tales about people who were abandoned in time rifts, and rumours of robbery. To many people who buy tickets here are never seen again.

    Vince left the line and walked on the outskirts of the crowd and small talked with a random loner. He arrived from last week and said there was a time dealer in the sewers who was reliable stuff. The price was higher than Vince

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