Oh my heart beats,
with her by my side.
How did I get her to notice?
I wrote her a poem,
mentioned my love and devotion.
Musically speaks,
relaxing and calm.
Her singing is more vivacious.
What's shocking but true,
She believes that I am her mate.
We now join hands,
and stare into our souls.
Promise our future together.
Yes, love conquers all,
with the singer and the poet.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Writing Month A Success!
As some of you may know, this past month I was engaged in a writing challenge. I made it my goal for each day to write either a poem, short story or article. It has been a great month and I've been on goal. I finished the last of my stories on Tuesday. Wednesday have been my Biggest Loser recaps and I will continue to do them into the next month, so no worries there (if you read and/or enjoy). With three days left in my writing challenge I was going to write a three part story but due to lack of interest in the project and to gear myself up for November, which I have declared to be my fitness month, I've decided to write three articles to finish the month. I've actually been looking forward to November for several reasons. The biggest reason is with all the writing I've been doing, my exercise and diet have taken a terrible turn for the worse, especially the last two weeks where I really didn't watch what I was eating. I've been up to all hours of the night to get my writing done and I think it's taken it's toll. I'm starting to feel awful and know the reason why. Not taking care of what I'm putting into my body is having a drastic effect. But I stuck to my goal and I'm proud of myself for that. That's how I got the idea for a fitness goal. Knowing how dedicated I become to something once I'm focused I've got high hopes this Fitness month I'll be able to lose at least 20 pounds. That is my goal for the month. To keep me on task, I've devised a few rules I'm going to try and stick to. Following is the list, which I'll explain more in detail in tomorrows article.
No coffee - only Milk / Water
No Alcohol
30 minutes of exercise daily
Breakfast: Fruit, oatmeal, WW English Muffin...
Lunch: Sandwich, fruit...
Dinner: lean meat, serving of vegetables.
10:00 bedtime - up at 6:00 for exercise.
No fast food. Exception (Subway)
Snacking will be limited to popcorn, dairy, or WW snacks.
One vitamin a day.
I'm willing to bet I can do this. I'll appreciate all the help I receive from my family and friends.
For those following this blog, the rest of my fitness articles and results will be posted on my other blog. You can read it here: http://bobjillalison.blogspot.com/
No coffee - only Milk / Water
No Alcohol
30 minutes of exercise daily
Breakfast: Fruit, oatmeal, WW English Muffin...
Lunch: Sandwich, fruit...
Dinner: lean meat, serving of vegetables.
10:00 bedtime - up at 6:00 for exercise.
No fast food. Exception (Subway)
Snacking will be limited to popcorn, dairy, or WW snacks.
One vitamin a day.
I'm willing to bet I can do this. I'll appreciate all the help I receive from my family and friends.
For those following this blog, the rest of my fitness articles and results will be posted on my other blog. You can read it here: http://bobjillalison.blogspot.com/
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Sliders - No Time to Slide (Part 4)
Sliders
No Time to Slide (Part 4)
Arturo was the first to speak. “You bumbling idiot. We are not spies, and that is not a bomb.”
The two men didn’t look very satisfied. “Would you care to let us know who you are then?”
“We were just passing through. “ Quinn explained. “The front door was open and when we came down this man came out of the wormhole.
Both men looked to Rembrandt for confirmation. He nodded that they were telling the truth. “Of course, you’ve probably figured out I’m not the same man you think I am.” This seemed to confuse both men.
“We’re from another Earth you…” Arturo was shushed by Quinn.
“This device you are working on is a lot like the device I have invented. If you return our equipment we’ll do all we can to stabilize your vortex field.”
The two men looked at each other, unsure if they should or not. “What do you think Mathew?” The taller one said.
“I’m not sure we have a choice. We need to report something back. I’d rather report we’ve stabilized the equipment than we’ve captured spies.”
“True, they’d just want us to do something messy like killing them.” The sliders exchanged looks of horror and shock.
“But can we trust them Ted? It would only take one second for our backs to be turned for them to destroy the project. Your accelerator, my shielding and all.”
“Give us a chance. You can watch us as close as you want. You want your machine to work and we need our equipment back. “
“Very well,” The taller man named Ted replied.
“But you don’t get this back till you can prove what you have done, works.”
“Fair enough.” Quinn said. “Can you show us how to find your research on the computer?”
“Let me show you.” Matthew said. Wade and Quinn followed him to the computer as the Professor made sure the hardware was secure and properly reinforced.
“So what do you do?” Ted asked Rembrandt.
“I’m afraid on my world I’m merely an entertainer.” He sang a few verses of ‘Tears in my Fro’ as demonstration. Ted seemed happy with the rendition.
“I’ve been on this remote island for so long, I can’t remember the last time I heard a proper song. Thank you.”
“Looks like I’ve found the fault in your equations.” Quinn finally told the group. Ted and Mathew walked over to the machinery.
“How soon before we can test it out?”
“Just a few minutes.” Quinn replied, looking towards Wade he said, “Enter this change in line 42.” Wade quickly entered it. “Professor, is the grid secure?”
“Indeed it is, ready to test away.” Arturo pressed a button on the top of the machine which emitted a strange pulse into the air. Suddenly a rift began to form.
“There you go. All set.”
“How do we know it really works?” Ted asked.
“We don’t want to end up like poor Mr. Johnson. Will it sustain multiple trips?”
“It will. Would you like me to show you?” Quinn asked.
“Please do.” Matthew replied.
Quinn motioned for the other three to stay where they were. He jumped into the rift, but it remained open. The minute till his return was an intense one, everyone looking everyone else over. Just as
“I think something’s happened to Quinn.” Wade said as Quinn slid back out of the wormhole.
“There you go, I’m fine. Now can we have our equipment back?”
Ted and Matthew exchanged looks and then handed the timer back to Quinn.
“Care to let us know what your device is?”
“Well, you have your vortex stable on both ends. Trouble is its open allowing anyone from any side to come and go. And it’s fixed to one spot. Ours allows us to travel, essentially taking the vortex with us.”
“Speaking of which boy, how much time?”
“About two minutes.” Quinn answered, addressing the two others he said, “If you don’t mind, we’re going to go outside so ours will not interfere with yours.”
The two men waived them away, eager to go over the repaired machine. As the four were walking up the stairs, the Dodo bird cooed. Ted asked Quinn as he was walking up “how far in the future are you from?”
“About twenty years.” Quinn lied. If they knew the truth he wasn’t sure if they would understand. As Quinn made it outside to the other three he heard the timer beep, warning them the next vortex was opening. Quinn pointed it into the open air which formed the rift that took them to different worlds.
“I can’t believe you did it man. You perfected a time machine.” Rembrandt was impressed and jumped into the vortex.
“When we get to the other side, you need to tell me what period in history you went to.” Wade said following Rembrandt in.
Quinn smiled widely at the professor.
“You didn’t perfect a time machine did you?” Arturo was laughing to himself. It was if Quinn and Arturo suddenly had an inside joke.
“Of course not, I found out long ago time travel was impossible. Well, not impossible but a one way trip at best. I just gave them Sliding technology which works on the same principal. I fixed the co-ordinates to the world where the dinosaurs still existed. They’ll think they have time travel to the distant past.”
“For a while, till they figure it out.” Arturo said jumping into the vortex.
Quinn looked back at the house, hoping he did the right thing. He shrugged his shoulders, no time to worry about it now; he was quickly running out of time to slide. He jumped through the vortex as it suddenly began to close.
No Time to Slide (Part 4)
Arturo was the first to speak. “You bumbling idiot. We are not spies, and that is not a bomb.”
The two men didn’t look very satisfied. “Would you care to let us know who you are then?”
“We were just passing through. “ Quinn explained. “The front door was open and when we came down this man came out of the wormhole.
Both men looked to Rembrandt for confirmation. He nodded that they were telling the truth. “Of course, you’ve probably figured out I’m not the same man you think I am.” This seemed to confuse both men.
“We’re from another Earth you…” Arturo was shushed by Quinn.
“This device you are working on is a lot like the device I have invented. If you return our equipment we’ll do all we can to stabilize your vortex field.”
The two men looked at each other, unsure if they should or not. “What do you think Mathew?” The taller one said.
“I’m not sure we have a choice. We need to report something back. I’d rather report we’ve stabilized the equipment than we’ve captured spies.”
“True, they’d just want us to do something messy like killing them.” The sliders exchanged looks of horror and shock.
“But can we trust them Ted? It would only take one second for our backs to be turned for them to destroy the project. Your accelerator, my shielding and all.”
“Give us a chance. You can watch us as close as you want. You want your machine to work and we need our equipment back. “
“Very well,” The taller man named Ted replied.
“But you don’t get this back till you can prove what you have done, works.”
“Fair enough.” Quinn said. “Can you show us how to find your research on the computer?”
“Let me show you.” Matthew said. Wade and Quinn followed him to the computer as the Professor made sure the hardware was secure and properly reinforced.
“So what do you do?” Ted asked Rembrandt.
“I’m afraid on my world I’m merely an entertainer.” He sang a few verses of ‘Tears in my Fro’ as demonstration. Ted seemed happy with the rendition.
“I’ve been on this remote island for so long, I can’t remember the last time I heard a proper song. Thank you.”
“Looks like I’ve found the fault in your equations.” Quinn finally told the group. Ted and Mathew walked over to the machinery.
“How soon before we can test it out?”
“Just a few minutes.” Quinn replied, looking towards Wade he said, “Enter this change in line 42.” Wade quickly entered it. “Professor, is the grid secure?”
“Indeed it is, ready to test away.” Arturo pressed a button on the top of the machine which emitted a strange pulse into the air. Suddenly a rift began to form.
“There you go. All set.”
“How do we know it really works?” Ted asked.
“We don’t want to end up like poor Mr. Johnson. Will it sustain multiple trips?”
“It will. Would you like me to show you?” Quinn asked.
“Please do.” Matthew replied.
Quinn motioned for the other three to stay where they were. He jumped into the rift, but it remained open. The minute till his return was an intense one, everyone looking everyone else over. Just as
“I think something’s happened to Quinn.” Wade said as Quinn slid back out of the wormhole.
“There you go, I’m fine. Now can we have our equipment back?”
Ted and Matthew exchanged looks and then handed the timer back to Quinn.
“Care to let us know what your device is?”
“Well, you have your vortex stable on both ends. Trouble is its open allowing anyone from any side to come and go. And it’s fixed to one spot. Ours allows us to travel, essentially taking the vortex with us.”
“Speaking of which boy, how much time?”
“About two minutes.” Quinn answered, addressing the two others he said, “If you don’t mind, we’re going to go outside so ours will not interfere with yours.”
The two men waived them away, eager to go over the repaired machine. As the four were walking up the stairs, the Dodo bird cooed. Ted asked Quinn as he was walking up “how far in the future are you from?”
“About twenty years.” Quinn lied. If they knew the truth he wasn’t sure if they would understand. As Quinn made it outside to the other three he heard the timer beep, warning them the next vortex was opening. Quinn pointed it into the open air which formed the rift that took them to different worlds.
“I can’t believe you did it man. You perfected a time machine.” Rembrandt was impressed and jumped into the vortex.
“When we get to the other side, you need to tell me what period in history you went to.” Wade said following Rembrandt in.
Quinn smiled widely at the professor.
“You didn’t perfect a time machine did you?” Arturo was laughing to himself. It was if Quinn and Arturo suddenly had an inside joke.
“Of course not, I found out long ago time travel was impossible. Well, not impossible but a one way trip at best. I just gave them Sliding technology which works on the same principal. I fixed the co-ordinates to the world where the dinosaurs still existed. They’ll think they have time travel to the distant past.”
“For a while, till they figure it out.” Arturo said jumping into the vortex.
Quinn looked back at the house, hoping he did the right thing. He shrugged his shoulders, no time to worry about it now; he was quickly running out of time to slide. He jumped through the vortex as it suddenly began to close.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Doctor Who - Crossing the Barrier (P4)
“Oh, I believe I’ve found proper shielding.” Captain Mitchell told the Doctor.
“Have you?”
“You said you are a time traveler?” Captain Mitchell drew his gun once more and aimed it at the Doctor. “Perhaps I should get a better look at your time machine.”
“Oh I hate guns.” The Doctor said disappointed. “Do you really think I’d be willing to show you? Especially with a gun pointed at me?”
“I have no choice. The shielding for this project must be acquired.”
“Even if I showed you my Tardis, the power signatures between the two are incompatible. You wouldn’t be able to do anything with the shielding I posses.”
“I need something to go on. I can’t report this project as a failure. I’ll loose funding or worse, become a laughing stock.”
“Well why don’t you let me help? Put the gun away and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure your project shows some results.”
Mitchell hesitated for a second till he realized he had nothing else to go on. He put the gun back into its holster. “So what do you propose?”
“If I can look at the data you’ve collected so far, I can show you how to create a stable shielding for your project. Mind you, it’s not something you’ll be able to create overnight. This much protection is going to take years to perfect, even with my information.”
“How long do you propose it’ll take?”
“Thirty or forty years. I know it’s not what you’re expecting, it’ll be a slow process, but it’ll be an effective one, and safer.”
“At least it’ll be something I can work with. The Mitchell legacy will continue.”
“Ah yes, fame. What everyone strives for.” The Doctor said with a frwon as he began looking over the research and writing down notes.
Tegan, Turlough and Baites returned with some cleaning supplies. Tegan went straight away to picking up papers blown across the room as Turlough and Baites began to clean up the remains of the decomposed scientists.
The Doctor smiled at Tegan who gave a half-hearted smile in return. He continued to talk with Mitchell. “As you continue perfecting your research, make sure you’ve got the top minds remaining on this shielding. As you saw today, without something to balance the chronal signatures and contain them, you risk something far worse happening. These sorts of experiments have been known to blow worlds apart.”
“What about the scientists? They didn’t die in an explosion, they disintegrated.”
“No, not really disintegrated. They aged very rapidly. You see accidents in this field can have unpredictable results. It could age some people while others it could slow down the aging process. It all depends on how much you work with it and the shielding used. You never quite know what could happen. Just promise me you won’t try another experiment like today till proper precautions have been in place and the shielding has been perfected. Oh, and I’d make sure the tests are conducted on a remote island somewhere, away from population of any sort.”
“Yes of course, I’m no fool.”
The Doctor finished writing his notes and handed them to Mitchell. “Now I have your word, we are free to go?”
Mitchell grabbed the notes from the Doctor as he again drew his gun. “I’m sorry Doctor, but I can’t take the risk. With all the information you posses, I can’t allow you to leave. What would stop you from selling the same secrets to foreign governments?”
“I’ve done all that you ask. What do you plan on doing, keeping me hostage?”
“Captain,” Private Baites said. “He has helped us out greatly. Do you really suppose he’d help if he had plans to sell his knowledge to others?”
“That’s enough Baites, I recommend you keep yourself in check.”
“Well, I figured you'd come to this conclusion. That's why you’ve only got a few minutes to make use of those notes.” The Doctor told him.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t use one of your pens to write that, I used mine. It’s invisible ink, seriously. If it’s not copied down in ten minutes all the writing will vanish forever and I’ll refuse to rewrite it.” The Doctor held up a very unique looking pen and smiled wide.
Mitchell quickly looked down at the notes the Doctor gave him and the first lines were already beginning to fade.
“You tricked me!” Mitchell called out as he quickly put his gun away and frantically began looking for a piece of paper and a pen. By now Tegan had picked up all the paper and neatly stacked them at the far end of the room. Mitchell ran over to grab some paper. “Hold them, keep them here!” He called out to Baites.
Baites gave a sheepish grin to the Doctor and grabbed his gun. Suddenly he dropped it to the floor, as though some invisible force knocked it away from him. “Sir, he knocked it out of my hands, they’re getting away.” Baites nodded quickly to the Doctor, giving him a chance to make his escape.
“Quickly, to the Tardis.” The Doctor yelled to Tegan and Turlough. They left the room to make a hasty retreat.
“Start copying this.” Mitchell told Baites, “I’ll bring them back.” Mitchell left the room and took off towards the Doctor. He withdrew his gun but the Doctor was already in the storage room with his Tardis. As Mitchell ran into the room, he saw the blue shape of the police box vanish.
“How could you give him all that information?” Turlough asked.
“I couldn’t stop what they’ve already begun so I made sure all the information I gave them would take years to understand. Knowing their government all the research will get lost in the shuffle. And after the accident today, I’m sure they won’t try another experiment for years to come.”
“I don’t recall ever hearing about time travel being worked on, by any government.” Tegan admitted.
“Well, no you probably wouldn’t have. This sort of research is usually hushed up, but you have likely heard about this incident.”
“Oh really?” Tegan said, baiting the Doctor for more information.
* * * * *
Back in the building Mitchell was on the phone. “Yes, that’s what I said. There’s been an incident. An explosion of sorts.” The person on the other end inquired what sort. “It’s hard to explain. It’ll be in my report. The damage, the alien craft, the……” The other end of the phone line was frantic. Mitchell was getting frustrated. “No, I didn’t say an alien spaceship crash landed. No, there are not survivors.” Another pause. Mitchell finally sighed, “Yes of course we’ll have to cover this up. No, we don’t want people thinking aliens crash landed in Roswell New Mexico. Yes sir.” Mitchell hung up the phone, upset his superior didn’t understand him. Just another day in military intelligence. He grabbed a pen and marked off the date on the calendar before returning to his room for the night. July 8th, 1947.
“Have you?”
“You said you are a time traveler?” Captain Mitchell drew his gun once more and aimed it at the Doctor. “Perhaps I should get a better look at your time machine.”
“Oh I hate guns.” The Doctor said disappointed. “Do you really think I’d be willing to show you? Especially with a gun pointed at me?”
“I have no choice. The shielding for this project must be acquired.”
“Even if I showed you my Tardis, the power signatures between the two are incompatible. You wouldn’t be able to do anything with the shielding I posses.”
“I need something to go on. I can’t report this project as a failure. I’ll loose funding or worse, become a laughing stock.”
“Well why don’t you let me help? Put the gun away and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure your project shows some results.”
Mitchell hesitated for a second till he realized he had nothing else to go on. He put the gun back into its holster. “So what do you propose?”
“If I can look at the data you’ve collected so far, I can show you how to create a stable shielding for your project. Mind you, it’s not something you’ll be able to create overnight. This much protection is going to take years to perfect, even with my information.”
“How long do you propose it’ll take?”
“Thirty or forty years. I know it’s not what you’re expecting, it’ll be a slow process, but it’ll be an effective one, and safer.”
“At least it’ll be something I can work with. The Mitchell legacy will continue.”
“Ah yes, fame. What everyone strives for.” The Doctor said with a frwon as he began looking over the research and writing down notes.
Tegan, Turlough and Baites returned with some cleaning supplies. Tegan went straight away to picking up papers blown across the room as Turlough and Baites began to clean up the remains of the decomposed scientists.
The Doctor smiled at Tegan who gave a half-hearted smile in return. He continued to talk with Mitchell. “As you continue perfecting your research, make sure you’ve got the top minds remaining on this shielding. As you saw today, without something to balance the chronal signatures and contain them, you risk something far worse happening. These sorts of experiments have been known to blow worlds apart.”
“What about the scientists? They didn’t die in an explosion, they disintegrated.”
“No, not really disintegrated. They aged very rapidly. You see accidents in this field can have unpredictable results. It could age some people while others it could slow down the aging process. It all depends on how much you work with it and the shielding used. You never quite know what could happen. Just promise me you won’t try another experiment like today till proper precautions have been in place and the shielding has been perfected. Oh, and I’d make sure the tests are conducted on a remote island somewhere, away from population of any sort.”
“Yes of course, I’m no fool.”
The Doctor finished writing his notes and handed them to Mitchell. “Now I have your word, we are free to go?”
Mitchell grabbed the notes from the Doctor as he again drew his gun. “I’m sorry Doctor, but I can’t take the risk. With all the information you posses, I can’t allow you to leave. What would stop you from selling the same secrets to foreign governments?”
“I’ve done all that you ask. What do you plan on doing, keeping me hostage?”
“Captain,” Private Baites said. “He has helped us out greatly. Do you really suppose he’d help if he had plans to sell his knowledge to others?”
“That’s enough Baites, I recommend you keep yourself in check.”
“Well, I figured you'd come to this conclusion. That's why you’ve only got a few minutes to make use of those notes.” The Doctor told him.
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t use one of your pens to write that, I used mine. It’s invisible ink, seriously. If it’s not copied down in ten minutes all the writing will vanish forever and I’ll refuse to rewrite it.” The Doctor held up a very unique looking pen and smiled wide.
Mitchell quickly looked down at the notes the Doctor gave him and the first lines were already beginning to fade.
“You tricked me!” Mitchell called out as he quickly put his gun away and frantically began looking for a piece of paper and a pen. By now Tegan had picked up all the paper and neatly stacked them at the far end of the room. Mitchell ran over to grab some paper. “Hold them, keep them here!” He called out to Baites.
Baites gave a sheepish grin to the Doctor and grabbed his gun. Suddenly he dropped it to the floor, as though some invisible force knocked it away from him. “Sir, he knocked it out of my hands, they’re getting away.” Baites nodded quickly to the Doctor, giving him a chance to make his escape.
“Quickly, to the Tardis.” The Doctor yelled to Tegan and Turlough. They left the room to make a hasty retreat.
“Start copying this.” Mitchell told Baites, “I’ll bring them back.” Mitchell left the room and took off towards the Doctor. He withdrew his gun but the Doctor was already in the storage room with his Tardis. As Mitchell ran into the room, he saw the blue shape of the police box vanish.
“How could you give him all that information?” Turlough asked.
“I couldn’t stop what they’ve already begun so I made sure all the information I gave them would take years to understand. Knowing their government all the research will get lost in the shuffle. And after the accident today, I’m sure they won’t try another experiment for years to come.”
“I don’t recall ever hearing about time travel being worked on, by any government.” Tegan admitted.
“Well, no you probably wouldn’t have. This sort of research is usually hushed up, but you have likely heard about this incident.”
“Oh really?” Tegan said, baiting the Doctor for more information.
* * * * *
Back in the building Mitchell was on the phone. “Yes, that’s what I said. There’s been an incident. An explosion of sorts.” The person on the other end inquired what sort. “It’s hard to explain. It’ll be in my report. The damage, the alien craft, the……” The other end of the phone line was frantic. Mitchell was getting frustrated. “No, I didn’t say an alien spaceship crash landed. No, there are not survivors.” Another pause. Mitchell finally sighed, “Yes of course we’ll have to cover this up. No, we don’t want people thinking aliens crash landed in Roswell New Mexico. Yes sir.” Mitchell hung up the phone, upset his superior didn’t understand him. Just another day in military intelligence. He grabbed a pen and marked off the date on the calendar before returning to his room for the night. July 8th, 1947.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Dead and Buried
When I finally leave this world,
I really want it said,
‘That’s a guy I really miss
I wish he wasn’t dead.’
‘He always was so busy,
had many things to do,
I’m not sure that I could handle
all that he went through’.
‘He always strived to do what’s right,
helped others when he could,
would give the shirt right off his back,
really did more than he should’
Yes all will really miss me,
much mourning when I die,
I’ll bet the men will be so choked,
and the women will all cry.
Nothing bad could be proclaimed,
after my fateful ride,
I kind of wish that I’ll be there
the day after I have died.
J.A.Scott
I really want it said,
‘That’s a guy I really miss
I wish he wasn’t dead.’
‘He always was so busy,
had many things to do,
I’m not sure that I could handle
all that he went through’.
‘He always strived to do what’s right,
helped others when he could,
would give the shirt right off his back,
really did more than he should’
Yes all will really miss me,
much mourning when I die,
I’ll bet the men will be so choked,
and the women will all cry.
Nothing bad could be proclaimed,
after my fateful ride,
I kind of wish that I’ll be there
the day after I have died.
J.A.Scott
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Quantum Leap - Tear Down This Wall (Part 4)
The bar was like many others. Tables and chairs filled the room, stools by the bar, a pool table in the back along with a jukebox playing ‘La Bamba’, from Los Lobos. Sam walked in and drew only a few looks from the patrons closest to the door. Sam looked around but didn’t see Matthew right away. He walked towards the bar.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for someone named Matthew, do you know him?”
The bartender eyed him up for a second. “You gonna order something?”
Sam wasn’t sure if he had the information and wanted him to purchase a beer first, or if he was ignoring him but still wanted him to order something. “Yea, give me a beer.”
The bartender poured the beer and set it on the counter, waiting to be paid. Sam handed him a bill more than the cost of the drink. “Keep it.” Sam told him indicating the change.
“He’s back there watching the game. I’m not going to have any trouble from you tonight am I?”
“No, I’m just here to talk.”
The bartender pointed toward a corner of the room where some broken glasses and bottles had been swept neatly into a pile. “That’s from the last discussion we had in here.”
“Well, I’ll make sure my talk goes better than that last one.” Sam flashed him a weak smile. He grabbed his beer and took a drink, the put it down walking over to the pool tables. “Can I get next game?”
Matthew recognized him instantly, despite the several beers in his system. “Hey, you!” Matthew stood up and looked Sam in the eyes. “I know you. You were trying to hit on my wife.”
“Actually, I wasn’t.” Sam told him, but Matthew barely heard as he took a swing. Being inebriated, he missed Sam and swung at empty air. Sam grabbed his arm and held it behind his back, stopping Matthew from acting any further. The two men from the pool game put down their sticks. “I only came to talk to him.” He told them, they didn’t resume their game.
“I should tear you limb from limb.” Matthew told him. “Let go of me and fight like a man.”
“I didn’t come to fight.”
“I don’t care, let me go.” Sam released his arm hoping it would ease the tension. It didn’t, Matthew put both his fists back in the air tempting Sam to continue fighting. Sam remained calm and shook his head. Matthew took another swing at Sam, but missed wildly again.
Sam took another step back, “I’m just here to talk. I’m sorry about before but…” Matthew took another swing. It came closer to Sam this time and instinctively Sam countered it and punched Matthew in the stomach, sending him to the ground. “Do you want your wife to walk out on you?”
This made Matthew stop; the words were too close to home. He buried his head in his hands. Sam reached down to help him up. “I’ve really come to talk. I was not hitting on your wife.”
“Then what?” Matthew asked accepting Sam’s help. The song ‘With or Without You’ from U2 began playing on the jukebox.
“I’ve noticed Amy’s been on edge lately. When you saw me with her earlier, I left the gym and saw her walking down the street crying. I went to make sure she was okay, but she’s not is she?”
“I’ve not been myself lately.” Sam and Matthew grabbed a table and sat down. The two others continued their pool table game.
“Yea, so Amy told me. Things must really be hectic for you at work.”
“You’ve no idea. “
“I’m sure your wife has no idea either. That’s probably what’s bothering her, you not talking to her.”
“I don’t want to bother her with my problem.”
“Maybe not, but you’re creating more of a problem by not telling her how you feel. The more you hold everything in, the more a wall is going to come between the two of you.”
“Are you a psychologist or something?” Matthew asked.
Sam thought back trying to remember if he took any psychology classes. He then realized it wouldn’t matter if he did anyway, “I took psychology classes in college.”
“Actually, you did.” It was Al, he somehow snuck in without Sam hearing, a trick Al loved to play on him. Absent mindedly, Sam turned around to look at him, but remembered no one else could see Al. He turned back towards Matthew.
“The work you are doing must be very important, but how can you focus on it, when your home life is in chaos? You need to fix your family life, so you can excel in your work. Shutting Amy out and drinking your problem away in this bar is not going to draw you two together. If your work is hectic, share it with your wife. She’ll thank you, and you can draw on her for support.”
“Good Sam.” Al told him, he checked the display of his hand device and nodded approvingly. “I think that did it Sam.”
Matthew picked himself up from the table. “Thanks, I appreciate your help.”
“And let your wife continue her fitness classes. She wants to look good for you.”
“Sure, right.” Matthew said. He shook Sam’s hand and walked over to the bartender asking for a coffee to go.
Sam looked over to Al. “Well?”
“You did it Sam. Matthew goes home and patches things up with his wife. The shielding he develops is a success. The incident on the remote island is contained and no one dies.”
“What about Amy and Matthew?”
“They remain married.” Al hits a few more buttons on his device. “Oh, till she dies in 1998 from a car accident. But they are happy till then.”
“Not the happiest of endings I guess.” Sam admitted.
“Maybe not, but you gave each of them many more years of happiness than they were originally going to have. You did good.”
“I know Al, thanks for being here for me. You’ve given me many good years since I started leaping through time. Who knows how I would have turned out if I didn’t have you as a helper and friend.”
Sam suddenly felt an electrical surge charge his body and in a blinding light his consciousness was gone, returning Andrew back to his body. Sam was moving on to his next adventure.
“Excuse me, I’m looking for someone named Matthew, do you know him?”
The bartender eyed him up for a second. “You gonna order something?”
Sam wasn’t sure if he had the information and wanted him to purchase a beer first, or if he was ignoring him but still wanted him to order something. “Yea, give me a beer.”
The bartender poured the beer and set it on the counter, waiting to be paid. Sam handed him a bill more than the cost of the drink. “Keep it.” Sam told him indicating the change.
“He’s back there watching the game. I’m not going to have any trouble from you tonight am I?”
“No, I’m just here to talk.”
The bartender pointed toward a corner of the room where some broken glasses and bottles had been swept neatly into a pile. “That’s from the last discussion we had in here.”
“Well, I’ll make sure my talk goes better than that last one.” Sam flashed him a weak smile. He grabbed his beer and took a drink, the put it down walking over to the pool tables. “Can I get next game?”
Matthew recognized him instantly, despite the several beers in his system. “Hey, you!” Matthew stood up and looked Sam in the eyes. “I know you. You were trying to hit on my wife.”
“Actually, I wasn’t.” Sam told him, but Matthew barely heard as he took a swing. Being inebriated, he missed Sam and swung at empty air. Sam grabbed his arm and held it behind his back, stopping Matthew from acting any further. The two men from the pool game put down their sticks. “I only came to talk to him.” He told them, they didn’t resume their game.
“I should tear you limb from limb.” Matthew told him. “Let go of me and fight like a man.”
“I didn’t come to fight.”
“I don’t care, let me go.” Sam released his arm hoping it would ease the tension. It didn’t, Matthew put both his fists back in the air tempting Sam to continue fighting. Sam remained calm and shook his head. Matthew took another swing at Sam, but missed wildly again.
Sam took another step back, “I’m just here to talk. I’m sorry about before but…” Matthew took another swing. It came closer to Sam this time and instinctively Sam countered it and punched Matthew in the stomach, sending him to the ground. “Do you want your wife to walk out on you?”
This made Matthew stop; the words were too close to home. He buried his head in his hands. Sam reached down to help him up. “I’ve really come to talk. I was not hitting on your wife.”
“Then what?” Matthew asked accepting Sam’s help. The song ‘With or Without You’ from U2 began playing on the jukebox.
“I’ve noticed Amy’s been on edge lately. When you saw me with her earlier, I left the gym and saw her walking down the street crying. I went to make sure she was okay, but she’s not is she?”
“I’ve not been myself lately.” Sam and Matthew grabbed a table and sat down. The two others continued their pool table game.
“Yea, so Amy told me. Things must really be hectic for you at work.”
“You’ve no idea. “
“I’m sure your wife has no idea either. That’s probably what’s bothering her, you not talking to her.”
“I don’t want to bother her with my problem.”
“Maybe not, but you’re creating more of a problem by not telling her how you feel. The more you hold everything in, the more a wall is going to come between the two of you.”
“Are you a psychologist or something?” Matthew asked.
Sam thought back trying to remember if he took any psychology classes. He then realized it wouldn’t matter if he did anyway, “I took psychology classes in college.”
“Actually, you did.” It was Al, he somehow snuck in without Sam hearing, a trick Al loved to play on him. Absent mindedly, Sam turned around to look at him, but remembered no one else could see Al. He turned back towards Matthew.
“The work you are doing must be very important, but how can you focus on it, when your home life is in chaos? You need to fix your family life, so you can excel in your work. Shutting Amy out and drinking your problem away in this bar is not going to draw you two together. If your work is hectic, share it with your wife. She’ll thank you, and you can draw on her for support.”
“Good Sam.” Al told him, he checked the display of his hand device and nodded approvingly. “I think that did it Sam.”
Matthew picked himself up from the table. “Thanks, I appreciate your help.”
“And let your wife continue her fitness classes. She wants to look good for you.”
“Sure, right.” Matthew said. He shook Sam’s hand and walked over to the bartender asking for a coffee to go.
Sam looked over to Al. “Well?”
“You did it Sam. Matthew goes home and patches things up with his wife. The shielding he develops is a success. The incident on the remote island is contained and no one dies.”
“What about Amy and Matthew?”
“They remain married.” Al hits a few more buttons on his device. “Oh, till she dies in 1998 from a car accident. But they are happy till then.”
“Not the happiest of endings I guess.” Sam admitted.
“Maybe not, but you gave each of them many more years of happiness than they were originally going to have. You did good.”
“I know Al, thanks for being here for me. You’ve given me many good years since I started leaping through time. Who knows how I would have turned out if I didn’t have you as a helper and friend.”
Sam suddenly felt an electrical surge charge his body and in a blinding light his consciousness was gone, returning Andrew back to his body. Sam was moving on to his next adventure.
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