Einstein's Secret by Belateche Irving

Author:Belateche, Irving [Belateche, Irving]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780984026548
Google: u3r4oAEACAAJ
Amazon: B00IO2SN0A
Publisher: Laurel Canyon Press
Published: 2014-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The white ocean surrounded me, and the heat was suffocating. I continued running until the oxygen disappeared, then I bent over and tried to suck in air. After a minute or so, I was able to catch my breath. The oxygen had returned to the room.

I used my shirt to wipe the sweat from my face as I checked my surroundings. Stone walls, a desk, and bookcases.

I was back in Alex’s carrel.

Then two things hit me simultaneously. Eddie wasn’t here, and though the furniture in Alex’s carrel was the same, Alex’s stuff was gone. The room was barren. As if Alex had moved out, or hadn’t moved in yet.

And what about Eddie? Where was he? The obvious guess was that he’d traveled to a different time period than I had, and wouldn’t that be just dandy. It would add another wild card to an increasingly chaotic distortion of history.

I looked back at the wall through which I’d arrived, and this time I saw it for what it was. Not a weird portal, but a wormhole. An Einstein-Rosen bridge. Theories postulated that it could exist, and those theories had turned out to be right.

With that one question answered, though the answer didn’t help me at all, I unlocked the carrel door, and stepped out into the tunnel.

The tunnel hadn’t changed. It was still dimly lit and unmarked. Using Alex’s key, which I still had, I locked the door behind me, and hoped my sense of direction would carry me to the trap door.

As I swung down tunnel after tunnel, I was reminded of the multiple-timeline theory of time travel. It was a messy theory, but at least it allowed for all histories to exist. One where Alex lived, and one where Alex died. The time travel that I was living through seemed far messier than this model or any of the other models. Anything could happen at any time. History was in flux.

That meant I had to double down on the history I knew. Time was counting on me forgetting, so I had to count on remembering.

Soon after that thought, I saw light spilling out from an open carrel up ahead. So far, I’d been lucky. I hadn’t run into anyone, nor passed an open carrel, so no one had called me out as a trespasser.

I thought about doubling back rather than risk walking by the open carrel, but decided to forge ahead. My sense told me that I was finally moving in the right direction.

I moved past the open carrel, when a woman’s voice called out, “Jacob?”

That didn’t stop me, even though I thought I recognized the voice.

“Jacob?” The woman had stepped out into the tunnel.

I glanced back and saw that it was Laura. Her short red hair was mussed and her hazel eyes seemed more golden in the dim light. I fell for her all over again.

“Oh… hi…” I said, rapidly processing how it was possible that we knew each other. I must’ve returned to some time after we’d had our first “date” on Jackson Hill.

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