Quantum Voyeur

QV 5 illustrationIn the previous episode, readers voted that Alana does not share what she did with Jason despite knowing he has her safety at heart.

Episode 5

Jason and I stand outside the door to my quarters.  The number twenty nine echoes in my mind.  Is my mind playing tricks on me?  Taunting me?  When I got on the plane my mind tells me there were thirty-one people on board.  Yet now only twenty-nine perished in flames.  I should be happy if indeed what I wanted to happen, actually happened. Long nights of mediation and visualization may actually be paying off.   I saved the baby, I changed one’s fate.  Well, two people’s fates.

“Are you okay, Alana?” Jason asks, putting a hand on my shoulder.  “I’ve never seen you act like this after a trip. You look pale.”

I force a weak smile.  I know Jason well.  He looks out for me more than anybody else here.  More than anybody else in my entire life since my parents died.  Still, this is too much to share, at least for now.

I look Jason in the eyes.  “I am fine, just tired.” I say.

Jason looks at me, examining me.  He is silent for a moment.  “You know Alana if there is anything you want to say I am here for you.”

Another weak smile.  “I know, Jason.  I know. I am sure that the senior agents won’t like the idea of us talking too much outside of the main lab. ”

Another moment of hesitation.  I give Jason credit, he knows me well enough to know something isn’t right with me.  I do appreciate him not pushing me. And yet I want to share what’s bothering me. Yes, bothering. I did well, I saved the baby, but I changed the path of the timeline we are in.

Jason points to my door.  “Well, you get some rest.  I’m sure Dr. Conners and Mr. Cash will be debriefing you first thing in the morning.”

“Oh joy,” I tell him, forcing my weak smile to curl upwards.

“Remember if you need anything I’m just a buzz away,” Jason tells me.

I point to the cameras monitoring the hallway.  “Of that I am very aware.”

Jason follows my finger and sees I am pointing at the security cameras.  “Oh those, I’ve grown so used to them I forget they are here.”

“That’s because you do not live here,” I tell him.

“True,” he nods.  “But those cameras are for your protection,” he assures me.  “You and the other guests here are special.  We need to protect you from people who would corrupt you. The outside world is dangerous, Alana.”  For some reason every time he speaks of the outside world being dangerous to me and corrupt, his face cringes a little. I sense his discomfort. Is it because he feels the unpleasantness of that world every time he refers to it? What do I know of that world anymore?  I’ve been in this facility for too many years. He may be right, the world is dangerous.

I lean on my door.  “So, I’ve been told.”  I say as I open the door.  Turning to Jason I tell him, “Jason, I appreciate your concern but I am tired.  Traveling always drains me some.” I point to my wet suit that I am still wearing.  “I am also still wet…” I note.

Jason smiles and leaves.

I walk into my quarters and shut the door.  My quarters really aren’t much, a bed, a desk with a computer, bookshelves, a closet.  Pretty basic.  From what I understand it’s much like your typical college dorm room. 

I go into the bathroom and remove my wet suit.  I enter the shower and let the water rush over me.  I am hoping the pulsating water will relax my body and my mind. I like Jason. He cares about me. He is not as cold as other agents here. I feel joy every time I see him. I picture him kissing me now.  His touch is gentle and protective.  It’s so nice to be able to trust someone. I let my mind wander a little.

I leave the shower, wrap a towel around myself and lay down on my bed.  I should probably just relax and try to sleep, but I can’t. Between excitement and worry I feel I need to distract myself. I don’t want to be alone now.

I sit up and go to my computer.  I know they limit my access to the Internet, but they will still allow me to look at the crash information.  After all the more I know about a situation I am traveling to the easier it is for me to travel there.   Reports from all over the country appear on my screen.  I scan the names; there are twenty-nine of them.  No mention of a baby dying.  I changed time. What will this do to me? The rest of us? The future?

I decide I need contact with others.  Others like me, well at least closer to being like me.  Looking at the clock it is 12:50 am.  The other guests will still be at the cafeteria, even thought it’s late.  These people are all night owls. These minds are too busy to sleep, always working, processing, bending, never shut down.  I want to join them.

By the time I dress and get to the cafeteria, it is close to one.  The cafeteria is the one public place in this complex that is brightly lit and colored.

When I enter the cafeteria I feel all eyes turn to me.  On days I travel it is big news here.  There are other special people around but none of them can time travel and enter parallel worlds with the mind, like me.  I walk through the food line; I take a salad and some water.  I find it is best to eat a little after I travel, even though it’s late. It gives me energy. Gladly they serve food here 24/7. I scan the room for a place to sit.   There sitting at one long table are Bob, Tom, Lily and Cindy.

Walking over to their table I ask, “May I sit with you?”

“Of course,” Cindy answers.  She is a young slim girl with long blond hair and deep blue eyes.  She is clairvoyant; she can channel information almost like a human google. She closes her eyes and goes into a light trance when she does that. Then you can ask her a question and she gives you an answer.

“How can we say no to the queen of the building,” Lily sneers as I sit across from her.

“I am not a queen,” I state.

Lily locks her glare on me.  She is older than I am but not much.  She has dark hair, a dark complexion and perhaps even a darker mind.  She is empathic; she can feel what others feel.  She can also project her feelings and thoughts onto others. She has been used for some special operations, which I know little about. Well, maybe one day she’ll share. Everyone is secretive here and is quite good at guarding the information from one another.

Tom is a younger man, he is short and slim.  He points at a salt shaker.  It moves across the table to me.  He is telekinetic. “Salt?” he asks with a smile, trying to break the tension between myself and Lily.

“No thanks,” I say.

Bob sits back in his chair.  He is older, what hair he has left is gray. He has a long nose and long fingers.  He is always fiddling with those fingers.  He can read minds. 

“We understand you had quite the trip today?” Bob tells me.

“Yes, whenever I travel it is interesting,” I say.

I feel another mind probing my mind.   Having the ability to traverse the universal strings that bind everything together makes my mind harder to read than most.  I block whoever is trying to scan me.

Tom looks at me with wide eyes.  “Yes, but this trip was extra interesting.  We heard one of your travelers freaked out!”

“She panicked,” I say calmly.  “It’s understandable.  What we saw was sad….”

“Must have been terrible,” Cindy says trembling a bit.

I look at her.  “It was…” I say lowering my head.

All the while I still feel another mind trying to reach into my mind.   Attempting to read my thoughts, my feelings, my very being.

“From what I understand this woman who panicked was upset by more than the death and destruction,” Bob says probing me with his words.  Trying to harvest some sort of reaction.

I shrug.  “She simply panicked and misread the situation.  That’s all there is to it,” I tell him.

“If that’s all, why are you here now?” Lily asks.  “Usually after you travel you rest for hours and we don’t see you until dinner time…Does something bother you?”

I feel the other mind pushing harder and harder.  I can’t determine who is doing the pushing…  But I know what they are looking for.  I do not appreciate the attack on my privacy. Maybe I should have stayed in my room.   How does Alana react to the person invading her mind? Please return to the top of the page to vote!

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