September 6th, 2013 at 2:47 AM
Thank you blake 
Wanderers In Time - Entry 4
Peter? Wake up!
Oh, ow, my head.
Just try to sit up.
And so he did. It took great effort, but sitting up quickly relieved Peter's headache.
How did I fall asleep?
Oh, you must've fallen over during takeoff. The Machine does shake violently while traveling.
Traveling? So we're somewhere else?
Absolutely! Not quite where I'd like to be though - in some barren desert. I need to go and check our location.
Grandfather then walked back to one of the control panels, and rapidly pressed several buttons before reading a long string of numbers off of the main screen.
Oh, hmmm. I'm not at all familiar with these coordinates.
So you have no idea where we're at?
Unfortunately, I don't.
At that moment, the rest of the humans arrived, prepared for the scorching hot weather.
"Oh, hey, wait. None of you actually BELIEVE this man, do you? You don't believe that -"
"Once you step outside... onto that sandy desert floor... then will you believe us?" Emily asked in a condescending manner.
"So you're telling me that when we step outside that we'll be standing in hot, barren desert and not in a cold, wet ravine in Wolf Crossing in the year 2013?"
"Speaking of which... Grandfather.. what year is it?" Matthew asked.
"Oh... um... apparently we're in the year 46,294 BC. That shouldn't have happened - I entered the time string 06193132AD and the city of New Ostend on the planet Ros."
"0619? Wasn't it 0610 when you arrived on Earth?" asked Matthew.
"Well, it can't hurt to go a little ways into the future, can it? Anyways, let's go outside now."
"No, wait!" Peter shouted.
"What is it?" Grandfather asked him, rudely.
"It's not some barren desert in 46294 BC!"
"Then where are we and in what time?"
"How about the planet Earth in the year 2013 AD?"
Oh, Peter... I'll let you be the first to step outside. Anyways, why don't one of you check the temperature?
"Sure... it's... oh wow. 324K. That's 51C."
"You think we should try for something more hospitable, Grandfather?" David asked.
"I think we'll be fine. Everyone, here's your instructions: stay near the Machine and bring some water with you. Bring your communicators too. And Peter, I want you to stay next to me. I still need to make a communicator for you."
"Is that what I'm going to do, eh "Grandfather?" Why don't you open the door and prove to me that this isn't the year 2013 on Wolf Crossing?"
"And what will you do if I'm right?"
"What will you do if you're wrong?"
"That's not what I asked you. But.. in the extremely unlikely event that I am wrong, my Machine is at fault."
"And how so?"
"I've done this before... thousands of times. Crossed over realities... traveled through time... universes... even different existences."
"Existences? You're trying to tell me you've traveled through alternate realities?"
"Of course! Thousands of them!"
"Look, are you gonna open the d*** door or what?"
"Okay. Very well."
Grandfather slowly walked back to the control panel, and pressed a large red button which made the doors slowly open. Everyone stood next to them as the large panels opened up, revealing that Grandfather was correct - the group was in an empty desert.
"Why don't you go first, Peter?" Grandfather asked, while grinning.
Peter slowly stepped outside and ran his hand through the loose sand.
"So... it's true isn't it, Grandfather. It's true that we're on a barren desert in 46294 BC."
"Did I not tell you so? You learned an important lesson on this day - just because something seems illogical does not mean that it isn't. Either way, why dont you keep guard here with Clara while I change? Get yourself some water too - it's hot out here."
Clara walked out of the machine and stood next to Peter.
"So, you did learn an important lesson."
"Yes, but it's just impossible to grasp it. How does it happen? How does a man build a time machine that can also travel through space and alternate realities?"
"How it happens isn't relevant at the time."
"So... who are you, exactly? Are you one of the ones he brought into the Machine?"
"No. I'm from the planet Ros. I hope to be the Grandmother some day - an immortal like The Grandfather."
"There's a Grandmother too?"
"Oh, of course not. But why would I call myself Grandfather? Hehe."
"Why does he call himself Grandfather anyway?"
"He's certainly old enough to be one - and then some."
"What makes you say that? He can't be any older than... 25?"
"The Grandfather is not a mortal like you and I. He is over ten-thousand years old. Some different realities make him over one million years old. And in others - over one million centuries old."
The Grandfather then walked back out with three medium-sized jugs of water for himself, Peter, and Clara.
"Thank you, Grandfather."
"So is this true?"
"Is what true, Peter?"
"That you're over ten-thousand years old?"
"Clara?!" Grandfather shouted.
"Why? Is that not true?"
"Ten-thousand doesn't even begin to state my true age in this reality! I'm much older than that. How old, however, I won't say."
"What about one million centuries old in some other reality? Is that true or not?" Peter asked.
"Yes... that's... true." Grandfather said, sheepishly.
"How? I don't understand!"
"Peter, did you not realize that we went back tens of thousands of years? And why do you not think that I can't go back to the very beginning in this reality? I shudder at the thought of doing so, however. Either way, I'm not saying anything further for now. Clara, Matt, David, Emily, you four can stay together, go in pairs, or go out on your own. You have your communicators. Peter will stay by me. Our objective is to simply look around for whatever we can find. Try to stay near the Machine."
"Umm, Grandfather, something is wrong." Matthew said, with a worried expression.
"What is it, Matthew?"
"The Machine didn't take the form of its surroundings. It's a small brick bungalow instead."
"Whaaat? Ohhh no. This is very bad."
"Why is it bad?" Peter questioned.
"Don't you remember that I told you that The Machine will take up the shape, size, appearance, and texture of its surroundings to make itself unknown?"
"Well, yes, but is there really anything out here?"
Just then, the dark, ominous shadow of a human appeared over a nearby hill - and watched this mysterious brick house curiously.
Wanderers In Time - Entry 4
Peter? Wake up!
Oh, ow, my head.
Just try to sit up.
And so he did. It took great effort, but sitting up quickly relieved Peter's headache.
How did I fall asleep?
Oh, you must've fallen over during takeoff. The Machine does shake violently while traveling.
Traveling? So we're somewhere else?
Absolutely! Not quite where I'd like to be though - in some barren desert. I need to go and check our location.
Grandfather then walked back to one of the control panels, and rapidly pressed several buttons before reading a long string of numbers off of the main screen.
Oh, hmmm. I'm not at all familiar with these coordinates.
So you have no idea where we're at?
Unfortunately, I don't.
At that moment, the rest of the humans arrived, prepared for the scorching hot weather.
"Oh, hey, wait. None of you actually BELIEVE this man, do you? You don't believe that -"
"Once you step outside... onto that sandy desert floor... then will you believe us?" Emily asked in a condescending manner.
"So you're telling me that when we step outside that we'll be standing in hot, barren desert and not in a cold, wet ravine in Wolf Crossing in the year 2013?"
"Speaking of which... Grandfather.. what year is it?" Matthew asked.
"Oh... um... apparently we're in the year 46,294 BC. That shouldn't have happened - I entered the time string 06193132AD and the city of New Ostend on the planet Ros."
"0619? Wasn't it 0610 when you arrived on Earth?" asked Matthew.
"Well, it can't hurt to go a little ways into the future, can it? Anyways, let's go outside now."
"No, wait!" Peter shouted.
"What is it?" Grandfather asked him, rudely.
"It's not some barren desert in 46294 BC!"
"Then where are we and in what time?"
"How about the planet Earth in the year 2013 AD?"
Oh, Peter... I'll let you be the first to step outside. Anyways, why don't one of you check the temperature?
"Sure... it's... oh wow. 324K. That's 51C."
"You think we should try for something more hospitable, Grandfather?" David asked.
"I think we'll be fine. Everyone, here's your instructions: stay near the Machine and bring some water with you. Bring your communicators too. And Peter, I want you to stay next to me. I still need to make a communicator for you."
"Is that what I'm going to do, eh "Grandfather?" Why don't you open the door and prove to me that this isn't the year 2013 on Wolf Crossing?"
"And what will you do if I'm right?"
"What will you do if you're wrong?"
"That's not what I asked you. But.. in the extremely unlikely event that I am wrong, my Machine is at fault."
"And how so?"
"I've done this before... thousands of times. Crossed over realities... traveled through time... universes... even different existences."
"Existences? You're trying to tell me you've traveled through alternate realities?"
"Of course! Thousands of them!"
"Look, are you gonna open the d*** door or what?"
"Okay. Very well."
Grandfather slowly walked back to the control panel, and pressed a large red button which made the doors slowly open. Everyone stood next to them as the large panels opened up, revealing that Grandfather was correct - the group was in an empty desert.
"Why don't you go first, Peter?" Grandfather asked, while grinning.
Peter slowly stepped outside and ran his hand through the loose sand.
"So... it's true isn't it, Grandfather. It's true that we're on a barren desert in 46294 BC."
"Did I not tell you so? You learned an important lesson on this day - just because something seems illogical does not mean that it isn't. Either way, why dont you keep guard here with Clara while I change? Get yourself some water too - it's hot out here."
Clara walked out of the machine and stood next to Peter.
"So, you did learn an important lesson."
"Yes, but it's just impossible to grasp it. How does it happen? How does a man build a time machine that can also travel through space and alternate realities?"
"How it happens isn't relevant at the time."
"So... who are you, exactly? Are you one of the ones he brought into the Machine?"
"No. I'm from the planet Ros. I hope to be the Grandmother some day - an immortal like The Grandfather."
"There's a Grandmother too?"
"Oh, of course not. But why would I call myself Grandfather? Hehe."
"Why does he call himself Grandfather anyway?"
"He's certainly old enough to be one - and then some."
"What makes you say that? He can't be any older than... 25?"
"The Grandfather is not a mortal like you and I. He is over ten-thousand years old. Some different realities make him over one million years old. And in others - over one million centuries old."
The Grandfather then walked back out with three medium-sized jugs of water for himself, Peter, and Clara.
"Thank you, Grandfather."
"So is this true?"
"Is what true, Peter?"
"That you're over ten-thousand years old?"
"Clara?!" Grandfather shouted.
"Why? Is that not true?"
"Ten-thousand doesn't even begin to state my true age in this reality! I'm much older than that. How old, however, I won't say."
"What about one million centuries old in some other reality? Is that true or not?" Peter asked.
"Yes... that's... true." Grandfather said, sheepishly.
"How? I don't understand!"
"Peter, did you not realize that we went back tens of thousands of years? And why do you not think that I can't go back to the very beginning in this reality? I shudder at the thought of doing so, however. Either way, I'm not saying anything further for now. Clara, Matt, David, Emily, you four can stay together, go in pairs, or go out on your own. You have your communicators. Peter will stay by me. Our objective is to simply look around for whatever we can find. Try to stay near the Machine."
"Umm, Grandfather, something is wrong." Matthew said, with a worried expression.
"What is it, Matthew?"
"The Machine didn't take the form of its surroundings. It's a small brick bungalow instead."
"Whaaat? Ohhh no. This is very bad."
"Why is it bad?" Peter questioned.
"Don't you remember that I told you that The Machine will take up the shape, size, appearance, and texture of its surroundings to make itself unknown?"
"Well, yes, but is there really anything out here?"
Just then, the dark, ominous shadow of a human appeared over a nearby hill - and watched this mysterious brick house curiously.
