“Why the hell did you do that?” he screamed at her.
She was unfazed, looking at the wonderful Phantasma up ahead. Soon the spaceship would turn back into a time travel machine and they would land. “You said it yourself. We only have a total of ten minutes to see it all.”
“Well, I’m going back for Tyler!”
She swatted his hands away. “Let’s just please see this island, then we can go back for him?”
“Oh, he’s going to be so pissed off we left him behind!”
“Relax, we’ll then try and find Atlantis. We still have eight minutes.”
“Okay, you’d better hope it works out, or consider yourself my enemy forever.”
Marjorie laughed inwardly. “As if we are friends now,” she thought to herself.
Professor Dinsmarck sat at the table, typing into his computer. A USB cable ran from his laptop to a box the size of a microwave. On it were dials, knobs, and levers.
“Gotcha!” he said, pleased with himself. “Just outside of ancient Atlantis.”
He slammed his laptop closed. He was impressed. That would have been the one place in history that was definitely worth visiting.
Still, he must bring them back. These students were his responsibility. He checked his watch. Time moved differently in the present. For every minute in the past, three minutes moved forward in the present.
He had lots of time, yet, he decided he had to bring these kids back right now. He opened up his laptop again to enter the retrieval sequence for the time travel machine.
“Thank you for attending today,” said Queen Persephone of Phantasma. “By now, only about thirty people remain on the island. My family has personally seen to it that all the residents, young, old, the poor, the rich, the strong and the frail, have been safely transported to the mainland. In fact, the last of my family shall not leave, until all of you are safely on our ship, the last ship. And then we shall head to Atlantis! We shall be the first to inhabit these wild lands!”
“Yayy!!!!” screamed out her supporters.
“Oh my god,” said George. “Atlantis is the name of the mainland, not the island that sunk under the sea!”
“Atlantis is Europe!” said Marjorie, with full understanding.
“I’m not going,” said a man standing next to George and Marjorie.
“Why not?” she asked him.
“Because this is my home. There are many others like me. We won’t be getting on that last ship.”
“Are you certain?” asked George. He gazed around him at the intricate architecture. Everything was so fresh and clean. There were planters full of beautiful flowers surrounding the path into the palace. Bright flags of blue, orange, and pink floated in the air.
Marjorie marvelled at how the royalty was helping even the poor beggars to get off the island. She knew of almost no other modern day country that would help like that. She started feeling just a little bit guilty.
She tapped George on the shoulder during the final ceremony. The knights marched around the courtyard, with music blaring.
“We have to go,” she whispered to him.
“Good luck!” she called out to the man who said he was staying.
They headed back to their TTM.
Produced by: Eugenio Zorrilla.