Scene Recap: Téa had transported, time travelled, teleported, transmitted, chose your desired adjective, to Richardson Heights Park in Texas. And not just to the park she’d actually sent us into the tall steel barred rocket play equipment that was in the middle of the park.

We’d established that Téa knew how to control the time travelling dial enough to chose the location we’d arrive in, although she hadn’t completely disclosed how she did it. I suppose in some ways I wasn’t overly worried about exactly how she was able to do it because as you will recall from the detailed description I gave you back in the early parts of this story about how the dial worked some times it’s easier to just accept things rather than figure them out.

Although the purpose of the current jaunt was suppose to be to resolve things between us after our visit to 1983 we hadn’t actually resolved anything. In fact all we’d really done was talked in circles a bit, however I had found out that Richardson Texas was the town in which Téa had grown up in, (maybe back when wheels were square and writing was done on cold stone slabs with a chisel).

It was slightly annoying to me that we hadn’t discussed what happened in 1983 because it appeared that some people took mild offence to the things that happened back at that time. I guess that’s the thing about history, we might not always like what happened but there is no reason to deny it happened or protect our children from the fact that it did happen. And if I ever have children I want to be able to tell them about the arseholes in 1983 who thought their shit didn’t stink, as much as I wanted to tell them about the nice people who knew their shit did stink. Hmmm maybe that doesn’t sound right, oh well I’m sure you know what I mean so back to the story.

So rather than focus on the past, was it the past?. I didn’t actually know. Anyway I decided to be nice to Téa and discuss the present, or what seemed to be the present but maybe wasn’t. Oh crap I’m confusing myself with all these tense confuzzlements so I’m going to skip it.

“Why here?” I asked.

“I chose this place because it’s neutral. There can’t possibly be any stupid, racist cops, or any stolen mugs, it’s a kids play ground in my home town.”

I chose not to point out how neutral her “home town” wasn’t but instead focus on the important things. “If it’s a kids play ground where are the kids?”

“It’s too late for them to be here.” Téa replied. “We are nice people in Texas, and we raise nice children, when they are asked to come home for dinner they do!”

I laughed quietly at Téa’s response but dared not say anything against it.

“Ok then, lets forget all that stuff and lets just cut to the chase.”

Téa interrupted. “Can I sit down?”

“Sure.” We both sat down on the hard, cool steel flooring that made up the third level of the large rocket thingie. “Right! So tell me now, why did you do to me what you did in 1983? “

“Which bit?” she asked being a real pain in the neck.

I decided to stay calm and speak to her as if she wasn’t getting on my nerves yet again. “Ok lets start with, umm I don’t know, umm how about we start with EVERYTHING!” I did emphasis the word everything a little harder than I wanted too so I decided to keep going and try to be a little more sedate. “Let’s start with why you left me in the cell with that dead shit cop and maybe we can work up to why you made me go through all that court room shit.”

“Alright, don’t get angry!” I wasn’t but I let Téa continue. “Let me explain.”

“Waiting.” Was all I said.

Téa took a breath and started her story. “I couldn’t get to you any quicker.” Again I didn’t interrupt. “The old lady was always there.”

That was my cue to interrupt, I knew the old lady she was referring to was the woman chasing us through middle America in 1969, the same woman Téa was trying to avoid but she suggested could not get to me which is why she sent me the dial in the first place.

“What do you mean she was there? Where was she?”

Téa went on to explain how the old woman was posing as the jail house cleaner when she arrived, I hadn’t seen her so I could argue. She went on to explain that she thought it would be as simple as walking in and suddenly disappearing but the risk of the old lady latching on to her before the final move was made was too high. I didn’t like the story but I didn’t have much choice but to accept it.

“What about in the court room? Why couldn’t you have made you move then?”

“You didn’t recognise the judge?” Téa replied.

“What do you mean?” I looked her in the eyes and immediately saw what her next response would be. “You’re not telling me she was the judge?” Her look answered my question again. “The judge was a male!”

“Well that’s what he looked like but it was definitely her.”

Yet again I couldn’t dispute her story even if it did sound unlikely, (because time travel isn’t unlikely!).

Because Téa had always been such a good friend, even with the distance between us, I guess it made it easier to accept her story. I knew she wasn’t a liar, she barely even extended the truth and even the few times she’d been caught doing it she had firmly believe what she was saying was the truth. So I guess in the end with a lack of my own evidence I just had to accept what she was telling me.

It was at that moment my brain tripped over perhaps the most important question that needed to be asked at that particular time, more important even than the time period in which we were talking.

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