《The Supernatural Case of an Accidental Time Traveler》Beginnings - Part Seventy-Nine
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Persona sat on the floor in a meditative position. His legs were crossed and his back straight. The room however seemed to be in a more rambunctious state. Elysif and Scott were both walking around him in hopes that it would work, but all it seemed to do was break his concentration. Persona couldn't be annoyed though nor be bothered by it since he had no real emotions. He attempted to fake them around people like Elysif but to no avail.
Everyone just assumed he was sulking or sad because of his demeanor. They were right in a way but not in one that was true specifically for him. He wasn’t depressed but a part of him was. Elysif tried consoling humor giving him space because although she didn’t know he wasn’t the true Lou, she knew what he just went through. Even the cold logical side of himself respected her for her understanding, mainly because it made his act seem natural.
Within a few moments of meditating on the 5th of August he began to phase out. His body started to become see through before disappearing. Scott and Elysif stared in awe.
* * *
Persona opened his eyes to the exact same place within the apartment that he was before. The shades were closed though and Scott was laying on the couch. He got up and began slapping at his cheek. The poor drunk shot up in a panic before looking up at Persona. “Lou? What in the blazes are you doing waking me up?” be asked with a stutter.
“I’m not Lou. I’m from the past.”
“Huh.” he looked up at me with a look that seemed a lot like he was thinking I’ll be damned. “So I’m guessing you want to know where the murders happen?”
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“Yes.”
“You know where Dutfield’s Yard is, right off of Berner street? She was killed there. Her name is Elizabeth Stride.”
“When was she killed?”
“A little after midnight on the 30th.”
“That’s only two days after I left.”
“I know. There’s one thing you should know.”
“And what’s that?”
“We don’t stop it. We were too late and so another person got killed in Mitre square. Her name was Catherine Eddowes.”
“We’ll find a way to stop both.”
“You told us the exact same thing when you came back and it didn’t work.”
“Do you know why it didn’t work?”
“I don’t. You just lost it and began to attack the changeling after we had captured him. You kept demanding he tell you where the Masked man was only for him to escape.”
“Then you’ll just have to stop me.”
“You say that like it was easy.”
“Well, I guess I better get going.” persona said before sitting on the floor in the same position he was in before. Within a few moments he began to disappear just as he had done before. The mood of the room changed from the dark room turned into a bright, midday room. Scott and Elysif were standing in similar spot’s as they were before, but they seemed off. They burst into laughter.
“What’s going on?” Persona asked before looking down to see he was sitting on around twenty empty rum bottles that had been placed in the same spot as he was before.
“It seems that when you travel through time you can’t pass through objects.” Elysif giggled.
“And what would have happened if I could.”
“Well, you would either become part rum bottle or cause an explosion.”
“And you really wanted to test this?”
‘Absolutely.”
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