This choice: young, around a teenager • Go Back...Chapter #4young, around a teenager by: Paul M ~   "Nate Wilson, I presume?"
The shock of the shockingly shocking question shocks you so much it's shocking. In a span of about a minute you think you've managed to thoroughly convince yourself you're either fast asleep, clinically insane, or both. Standing in front of you, quite impossibly, is a stranger, a year older than you, with your exact hair, vividly green eyes, standing at five feet eight inches, physically fit, and who apparently knows your name.
"Who exactly are you?" you ask, confused as to how he got in your room - he certainly wasn't here before.
"Sorry for the confusion," he said apologetically. "My name is Donovan Wilson-Smith."
"Wilson-Smith?" you ask, unable to think temporarily. The names seem familiar somehow.
"You see," the stranger continued, "I'm actually, right now, technically, negative twenty-three years old. I come from the future."
"The future..." You feel as if you will faint if you receive any more shock today.
"Yes. You see, I'm your son.
Dad, are you okay? You seem faint."
*****
You wake up gasping in your covers. That was a weird dream, you think. You sit up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, and see that the box of candies is still on your bed with the note still attached.
"That was quite a fall you had there."
You recognize the voice but are afraid to turn around. Instead, you reach into your pocket and feel - just as you feared - thirty dollars.
You turn your head slowly and once again see your son Donovan. "Big day, huh?"
Just then, someone enters your room. It's your sister, Erin, carrying an omelette. "Hey, big brother. I heard you fainted, which is why you missed breakfast. Here's to make up for it."
She turns to Donovan. "Who are you?" she asked.
Donovan replies, "I'm a friend from school," and winked slyly at you.
"Okay," she says and went downstairs.
*****
After you ate breakfast, you felt well enough to get out of bed. However, Donovan blocks your way. "Before we go," he said, "we have a few things to discuss."
"Yes, we do," you reply. "First of all, if you're from the future, why come here?"
"It's your friend, Josh Howards. In the future, a megalomaniac who will go unnamed takes over Missouri. Josh Howards is a spy who knows that the code that can stop him is in a locked chest in his basement because of the identity of the megalomaniac, but said megalomaniac destroyed the only key. My mission is to get the young Josh Howards to give the key so I can take it to Josh Howards in the future."
"But we're not in Missouri," you complain.
"Whatever. I realized I needed help - someone whom I knew would believe who I was - and the obvious answer was either you or my mother, Kate Smith. You would know I was telling the truth because you would recognize my face."
It's true, you realize, seeing that his face is almost a perfect cross between yours and Kate's. You also silently cheer that you are eventually going to marry her.
"It's not going to be easy, because no doubt the Megalomaniac will know what we're doing and cause obstacles; besides, convincing Howards to give the key won't be easy. That's why I sent you the candies; I can't use them because I'm displaced in time, but you're still fully intact."
"So I need to do what exactly?" you ask.
"Well, since Howards is too rational to believe our story, the only way we can get him to hand over the key is if we give him the only thing in the world he values more than anything: his grandfather's old photo album. Last I heard, it was somewhere in the Himalayas. It won't be easy; the candies only get you so far. We can only take three other people with us, but I'd recommend only taking one, since we may need to pick up more along the way. Naturally, it'll be Mom - Kate Smith, I mean."
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