Quantum Voyeur

QV Episode 3In the previous episode, readers voted for Alana to convince her to stay.

Episode 3

I look at the scared woman.  She is shaking. 

“What is your name?” I ask the woman.  This is unusual for me.  Usually I do not wish to learn the names of my travelers.   But I want to comfort this lady.

“My name is Lauren,” she says meekly.

“Lauren, if you come with me I guarantee this will be an experience you will never forget.  It may not be easy on you, but you will get the answers you are searching for.

Lauren looks me in the eyes.  I do not waver.  She relaxes and takes her seat.  Jason finishes hooking her up.

“Are there limits to where Alana can travel to?” One of the men asks.  I believe he is the professor.

Mr. Cash answers.  “The further back in time she goes, the more strain that puts on her.  So we restrict her to near past events.”

This is not the entire truth, but I don’t question or correct him.

Dr. Conners looks over at the travelers.   Jason makes sure each of the travelers is properly wired up. 

“Don’t worry, it is absolutely safe, we have done this numerous times. Alana never lost a guest traveler.”

“Can I be injured?” Lauren asks.

“Remember, your bodies will remain here, your astral form will travel with Alana. You will be 100% safe. Just remember the protocol: stay within sight of Alana while you travel or else….” Dr. Conners answers.

The travelers all nod.  I sense eagerness, reluctance; I don’t know which is more accurate.

Dr. Conners picks up a newspaper and shows it to me.  This helps me lock onto an event.  The headline reads: 31 DIE IN PLANE CRASH.   

Dr. Conners gives me the details, “This happened last month.  On February 13th, 2015, a small commuter plane took off from Buffalo New York at 6:32 PM eastern time.  The plane crashed…”

“At 7:01 PM Eastern time,” I say.

I close my eyes.  I let my mind drift deeper and deeper. Time becomes an object for me.  The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days, all become strings of different lengths, different vibrations.  I see them so clearly in my mind.  I peel the strings away, creating an opening. I feel as if I am being pulled out of my body, the force is so strong and yet supporting. I hear the buzzing sounds, like thousands of tiny little bells ringing at the same time.    I slowly enter the opening of the tunnel, bringing my guests with me.  I connect them to the invisible strings I force myself to visualize.

We are now standing in the middle of a small passenger plane.  It is a small plane with double seats on one side, single on the other.  It is 6:58 PM on February 13th.  All seems well; the 31 souls seem so content.

“Fascinating,” one my guests says.

“I am blown away!” says another.

I smile as I scan the passengers on the plane.  It is strange these 31 who are about to die seem no different than the four I have brought with me.  The people I brought with me are talking, gasping.  I am hearing but I am not listening.  I am far more interested in those I am watching, the passengers on the doomed plane.

In the back row I notice a young mother holding a small baby in her lap.  The baby is not more than a year old.  Yes, I am correct the baby is merely nine months old.  The others all chose to be on this flight.  The baby had no choice.  I find that sad.

The plane starts to rumble, to sputter and shake.  I look at the people.  Some are scared.  Some grab on to the armrest.  Some are thinking, hoping, this is just a little turbulence.  A man and woman take each other’s hands.

Now the plane starts shaking more violently.  The nose of the plane jerks upwards, suddenly and forcefully.  Now, more of the passengers look scared.  They are shaking, sweating, eyes locked open.  Even the calmest now realize this isn’t right. 

The plane shakes harder; the rattling and vibration pulsate through the passengers’ bodies, causing even more fear. 

The plane begins to plummet.  The people scream.

This is like the time I rode the roller coaster at the park, but much worse.  The plane spirals downwards, spinning and spinning.  The fear is thick.  They all know they are going to die, all except the baby.  The poor baby.  The mother holds the baby, cradling her tight to her body.  It will not help.

I should be watching my guests.  I am not.  I should be watching the others.  I am not.  My eyes are fixed on the baby.  I have observed death many times. It is my obligation, my duty to watch but not interfere.  People die, but still live on in the thoughts of others.  The universe continues.  The universe always continues.  The universe does what the universe does.  It is not my place to step in.

The ground is closer now.  Very close.  I can feel it.  Impact is mere moments away.  Everybody knows that, everybody except the baby.  Some of them pray.  Some of them curse.  One of them, an older man, has already died from the shock.  Of course nobody will know that.  His body will be burnt beyond recognition.

I turn to look over at my charges.  They are fascinated and terrified.

“We are not really here,” one of them says to himself.

“You are here,” I assure him.  “Just not in physical form.”

The front of the plane shatters and bursts into flames.  The flames sweep through the hull, transforming all they engulf into charred husks.  I think they screamed.  The pain was intense, but short.

I look at the baby in the back.  The flames are about to engulf her and her mother.  I wonder, should I save the baby?  Does Alana save the baby? Please return to the top of the page to vote!

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5 responses

  1. A little confused with regard to saving the baby. The baby and its mother were in the physical world whereas the time travelers were there as spiritual entities. unable to impact on the physical world. [ Patrick Swazye in “Ghost” excepted ]

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  2. Although I voted yes, phritzg might be correct. I also remember a comic story where time travelers accidently killed a cave man & instantly disappeared, as it was one of there ancient ancestors, & they changed history. An early Star Trek episode also dealt with Kirk having to decide whether to save a woman he fell in love with, who could affect the outcome of WWII I believe.

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  3. I voted to not save that baby. Who knows what it might become in the future? Just as likely to be evil as to be good. Non-interference is the best policy.

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