So apparently despite me not knowing where it was we were headed it was obvious. And apparently the obviousness of this location had something to do with being in Téa’s home town two weeks in the past. It also had something to do with avoiding past Téa at both the coffee shop and the record shop that was across the road from where we were.

“Well of course it’s obvious to you, you’re the one making all the rules. I’m just the one waffling on too see if people really are paying attention.” I said cheerfully in the hope that I didn’t sound like I was grumpy.

“And it’s lovely waffle too, I could listen to it all day!” Téa replied with a smile as we kept walking.

“Thank you. Your compliments are appreciated.” I was still looking over my shoulder and across the road at the record shop in the hope that Téa wasn’t coming out the door. I know, I know, Téa had told me we were safe time wise but I still couldn’t get my head around seeing two of her.

“And I appreciate your honesty,” Téa said with a smirk. She turned left down a side street and out of the direct sight of the record shop.

“So how about telling me that what is obvious just in case I decide to write this all down in a journal one day. It will make it easier in the long run I’m sure.”

“What are you saying?” Téa stopped dead in her tracks, turned and looked me in the eyes. “You can’t write all this down on paper!”

“I wasn’t planning to.” I said innocently, “I’d use a computer.”

Téa realised I was being silly and walked on in the same direction we were heading, but she hadn’t finished with what she was saying. I still had no idea where we were going but since we’d changed direction once I figured Téa still had something in mind.

“Nice, very clever doofus. But I am serious.” She said. “Surely you know that none of this can be written down.”

“Why not?” I said trying to sound innocent just for the sake of riding Téa a little bit.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t ask that question.”

“Don’t worry I understand.” I said still riding Téa just a little bit. “ When I write it all down I’ll add a lot of waffle, I draw things out and I’ll even make you sound grumpy so people dislike you and then they’ll be too bamboozled to remember the time travelling part of the story.”

“Well I can tell you one thing for nothing buddy!”

“Oh yes dear?” I asked somewhat curious. “And what is that?”

“You’ve certainly made me forget all about it!”

“See I told you I could do it!”

“Do what?” Téa responded with a huge smile but kept walking along the footpath, or pavement, or whatever it was.

After a few minutes silence between us and a bit more walking Téa raised her hand at a passing cab on the opposite side of the road to us. There was a screech of tyres and a honk of a horn as the Hollywood looking cab did what I assumed was an illegal U-tun.

“So are you going to tell me where we are actually going?” I asked as we stepped up to the the cab that pulled over about ten metres ahead of us.

“Isn’t it obvious?” She replied opening the door to the cab and climbing in. I knew darn well she had a smile on her face as she spoke those words.

I climbed into the back seat of the cab next to Téa in time to hear her give the cab driver her home address.

“Is that wise?” I asked.

“Of course it is,”

“You’re not worried.”

“Of course not, what is to be worried about?”

I looked at Téa questionably, she knew exactly what I wanted to say but was trying to avoid actually verbalising in case the cab driver was listening. Apparently she didn’t have the same concerns as I did.

“It’s the one place that I’ll never run into, you know who, because as you know you know who is in a record shop and about to go and visit a coffee shop.”

“What if, you know who, decides it’s time to go home?”

Téa leaned over and whispered in my ear. “I know what time I got home that day and we have heaps of time.”

Ten minutes later the cab pulled up in front of Téa place, I wasn’t sure I’d recognise it from my previous visit as we travelled but once we got there I recognised it immediately. The house was a reasonably sized four bedroom place with more women’s junk in it than a department store, and if nothing have changed since my last visit there still would not be a TV anywhere in the place.

We got out of the cab, Téa paying the driver and giving him a tip before she got out, and headed straight around the back. Standing on the back porch I watched Téa rat through a wooden box and wondered what she was looking for. A few seconds later she came out with a can of spray paint, what it was doing in that box beside the door I don’t know and didn’t ask.

Téa shook the spray can for a few moment, then removed the lid and on the underside of the lid of the box she painted a line. A single red line about twenty centimetres long and in the lower right hand corner of the lid.

“What did you do that for?” I asked.

“To test whether something I do whilst time jumping remains in the real world when the time comes.” I obviously wasn’t thinking Back To The Future logic again so Téa explained it. “If this mark is still here when I get back to the present time then it proves I can make changes in the past.”

I was suddenly thinking Back To The Future logic. “So was it there?”

“What?” It was Téa’s turn to be questionable.

“You sprayed that line there now, to see if it was still there in the future?”

“Yes.”

“So before we arrived here, well in the rocket that seems like so long ago, we were both in the future. The same future you hoped to see the sprayed line in.”

“Ok. I think I see where this is going.”

“So was it there?”

Previous Parcel story here.