Page 65 of Awakened By Time

“See,” Sara said, gazing lovingly up at him.

“Alright, alright! I guess I’m not going to get you to change your mind.”

“No. You’re not. Where’s Brenna?”

“She’s upstairs.”

“Is she scared?”

“I don’t think I’d call it scared. It’s more like angry,” Zeke answered. “Helene’s up there with her.”

“I’m going up,” she said to Logan.

“I’ll bet she’s giving you a run for your money,” Zeke laughed.

“Pardon?” It was obvious Logan didn’t understand that saying.

“She keeps you on your toes?”

Logan’s furrowed brow said he still wasn’t getting it.

“Never mind. It’s not important.”

“I still dinnae understand your future language, but I’m learning.” Logan assured him.

Zeke smiled. It was easy to see why Sara loved Logan. He knew when he went back to San Francisco that he was leaving her in very good hands.

* * *

“Isn’t this exciting?” Sara asked.

“Nae,” Helene and Brenna spoke as one.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”

“Do they nae have battles in San Francisco?” Brenna asked, curious to know all she could about the future.

“Not like this,” Sara said.

The three women sat on Brenna’s bed, waiting and listening for anything that might signal danger outside of these walls.

“What’s it like there?” Brenna asked. “Sophia told me that ‘tis beautiful and that she likes the music and food. She also said something about travel. Do ye ken what she was speaking of?”

“Travel is a lot faster there. There are cars, which you see everywhere. Also planes,” Sara said.

“Planes?” Brenna tried the word on her lips.

“They fly. People get in them and they can travel anywhere in the world in a short period of time. It’s not like here, where it takes days to get anywhere.”

Brenna couldn’t believe her ears. The thought of flying like the birds had always been something she’d wondered about, but would be afraid to actually do.

“Aye. Do ye remember taking me to the movies with ye, Sara? And then we’d go have those delicious cinnamon rolls,” Helene said, appearing almost wistful.

“Oh, yes! That was so much fun. I miss cinnamon rolls.” Sara smiled. “You know, when Zeke and I were kids we lived with our grandfather and he’d take us to baseball games in the city. We’d always get hot dogs and a soda. Grandpa would have a beer and Zeke would always volunteer to hold it for him and when Grandpa wasn’t looking he’d sneak sips. Zeke wanted to be a baseball player when he grew up, but things didn’t work out that way.”

“What’s baseball?” Brenna asked.

“’Tis a sport,” Helene offered. “’Tis verra fun to watch.”